You may not! the spirit snaps, and Ness's eyes widen, and her excited expression turns to despair. Your aura stinks of necromancy, corpse-whisperer, you can't fool me! Mourn Watch, feh. No one was watching me! I won't go back now that I'm out. Ennaris, if he touches me, you must use whatever means necessary to pry me from his greedy little fingers. Mourn Watch, indeed!

There's no real way to stop Rosamunde once she gets started, but Ness does put the cushion back on the desk, frowning sadly at the glowing skull—disappointed in the manner of the mother of a misbehaving child.

"She does this sometimes, she's very... opinionated. Rosamunde, ma'am, the Professor just wants to help—"

I'm sure he does—help lose me again! I'll not go back, Ennaris, he can't touch me! I forbid it!"