The kinds of people that can easily notice those of the Far Shore are the ones spiritually attuned, children, and those close to death. Ginia hopes the reason he's noticed them so easily is because of the first category, but with his age and words... she bows her head to him and smiles, keeping her thoughts to herself.

"He will be very happy to hear that. Do you want to write a reply for us to bring back? I have paper and pens on me."

"Prepared, aren't you." Ginia gives an acknowledging nod and a slight smile as she pulls out a folder from her briefcase and pulls out a crisp piece of paper and matching envelope. An assortment of brush pens follow.

The man chooses a pen and aligns the piece of paper on the table, hand poised as he considers his words. His writing is beautiful; compact, but with sharp lines and round curves. Each character flows into each other as he writes, smiling to himself. When he finishes, he sets the letter aside so it can fully dry.

"What are your names? I want to write something for each of you."