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"It can be defended against if you give it the correct enchantments."
"Noted."
"Now," Yumi cleared her non-existent throat "If you seek to weave an additional a question in this fateful tapestry? Speak, therefore, and let thine words cascade t'wards knowledge." She asked if there was anything else you wanted to ask of her.
"What's it like being a ghost?" You suddenly asked.
"Are you interested in joining me as a spirit, hmm?" She tried to be smug, but you could see a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"I haven't really decided on that yet." You confessed. "Although it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to be with you forever, I don't really wanna die yet."
"That's... you with me?" Yumi looked a bit bashful for once. But then it was gone, replaced once more by her melodramatic chuuni-isms. "Oh, woe is the cursed wandering servant! Through abandonment, despair, and ambition, I refused to simply vanish into the light! It is a simple matter for one to unite with inevitability, embracing the eternal dance of fate's embrace." Which was just her way of saying that she got used to being dead after a while. "In answering your question: To be a spirit is to exist, and to interact, and to haunt, and to have emotion and thought. But not much else."
You didn't mistake this as her being sad about her being a spirit or anything like that. In fact she seemed rather proud of being one. It certainly helped her live out her delusions of grandeur more easily.
However.
You also knew that there was an undercurrent of envy and sorrow slowly gnawing at her. It wasn't so much about her status as a ghost, but rather the fact that she wasn't able to physically touch anything or be a part of living society. She couldn't even get a hug, much less share in the joys of motherhood.
"Hey, Yumi, remind me again what it feels like when something with a ghost-fighting enchantment punches you?" You ask, just to confirm.
"It doesn't feel like anything." Yumi said. "It's like there's an invisible force pushing you away, forbidding you from doing something. Although sometimes it causes a burning sensation much like Holy Magic does."
"So, it's nothing physical then." You said.
"It shouldn't be impossible to make it so." Yumi said, a small hint of hope in her words.
"So you're saying its possible to touch spirits?"
"Me? Wanting to touch you?" Yumi tried to scoff, but it sounded more like a half-sputtering stutter. "A-and then what? Have you hold me in your arms? You'll kiss me? And then you'll make me... like all your other wives... that's..." Her face turned a shade bluer.
"You know, I never mentioned anything about you touching me." You teased with an innocent smile.
Your words left her sputtering out flustered excuses.
With that you get a feel for what Yumi's opinions were: She definitely wasn't against the idea of getting a physical body, or at the very least making physical contact with the living.
