[ Why else would she bring his attention to it if she didn't want him to rectify the situation? It hardly makes sense, otherwise. No matter.

Satisfied that she's got the flashlight and can therefore illuminate her path, Benedict steps around her, absently reaching down to curl his hand around hers. That's what you do in the dark when you're scared, right? Hold hands? ]

Of course people died in this house, [ he says, like that's comforting at all. ] It's been in the family for centuries. No burial grounds that I know of, though.