"Probably? I mean, weird shit happens when you steal from ghosts. I do not have an anti-ghost-curse medicine I can give you," Alfred sighs. If he's honest, the flailing is a little obnoxious to try and hold onto, but her physical acting is probably more convincing than her verbal protests so he's not about to complain.

"Do you remember what you took? The fewer trips we have to make into the woods the better," he adds, and then, aside to the teens, "Could take a bunch of stuff back at the same time, actually, if anyone else has some cursed forest treasure they want to unload. I don't actually care who took what, as long as it gets back where it belongs."