Astrid took in Nathaniel's more visible form with a startled expression. He looked... well his actual face was hard to describe, it was still to blurry to focus on. It probably had something to do with the fact that technically she shouldn't be seeing a dead man. It surprised her truthfully, that she had never seen another spirit, ghost, half-dead dude before. With the places she went to, and the history behind them, she couldn't understand why Nathaniel was both visible and still here, while other abandoned homes with dark pasts had never had some sort of spirit in them. Hopefully by the time Nathaniel was able to pass on, they'd figure it out and she'd be able to help others.

"Hm, that is odd indeed, though you're probably right about that. I have a question, well a few actually but I really don't want to offend you. I'm just curious as how to being a uh, um, ghost feels. Like that stuff you have on, it looks super heavy and hot, do you feel that? And your injury," Astrid definitely was trying not to look at it, "do you still feel that? What about- wait actually no nevermind, I'm being annoying right? Sorry, I'm just curious, I'll shut up now." Astrid knew that she talked a lot, but she couldn't help her curiosity, then again it had definitely probably seemed rude. Ugh, curse her stupid brain and big mouth.

The corner of Nathaniel's mouth quirked up in a small smile at Astrid's blubbering, "It doesn't offend me," He said easily, settling down into a more comfortable position to sit in, even though he couldn't feel if things were uncomfortable or not. It was more of a habit he retained even after all of these years of being dead, "I am not uncomfortable in this clothing. I can see the snow, and the sun, and feel the breeze, so I have an idea of what the temperature is, but I can not actually feel it. I remember when I was alive that the cloth sometimes itched or felt odd as well, but I cannot feel that either. It is as though I cannot feel anything. Even as I pick objects up, I do not feel them in my hands, or their weight. I just see that I did pick something up, and having the sense that there is something in my hand." Nathaniel paused, to let Astrid soak in the information, and looked down at the stab would in his stomach, his vague smile fading away into a look that was much more reserved. The dark stain on his clothes, and the hole in the cloth were the only signs of the wound. Behind it was darkness. "And the injury is painful. Or rather, it was originally. I have gotten accustomed to the feeling, I suppose. It is the one spot where I still feel something." Nathaniel looked up at Astrid, raising an eyebrow, "Ask as many questions as you wish. It 'tis only fair, considering I have already asked you many questions.'

Astrid's large eyes softened, and her normal smile was slipping off. It was so sad to hear how life was once you were dead. She couldn't even comfort Nathaniel with a hug or something, granted that might be weird considering how they'd only just met. Beans had always been an empathetic person, and even now she just wanted to comfort him.

Her eyes began to water at the mention of the pain his injury brought him. A pain so constant that he had begun to get used to it. "I-I'm so sorry I shouldn't have asked. I shouldn't have been so insensitive, it was wrong of me to ask you that. Again I'm so sorry." Astrid's resolve wavered, she didn't want to cause Nathaniel even more pain by staying. But she didn't want him to be alone, even if she was the only person that even knew of his existence. He really hadn't gotten luck with her, she was always way to curious and threw caution to the wind whenever it suited her.

Nathaniel waved off Astrid's worry, "It does not hurt me to talk about the past. I have grown to accept it, and would only like to be free of this house," Nathaniel gently flipped through the pages, stopping at each page to marvel at pictures, and read the small words. He was still paying attention to Astrid, though, and turned to her, "It is not insensitive to be curious."

Astrid flushed, trying to figure out to reply to Nathaniel. He was being impossibly nice, as hardly anyone ever tolerated her. Most of her friends, especially the guy ones, found her curiosity annoying and kind nature off putting. It was nice to have someone, even a ghost someone, that didn't really mind. Granted, if he wanted help he really didn't have any choice.

"Well I shouldn't have asked regardless, it was kinda personal and I literally just met you yesterday. Thank you for not being mad though, I appreciate that." She smiled softly, before gently grabbing another book for herself to read.

Nathaniel chuckled. Humans were just as strange now as they had been in his time. Now, they just used confusing language and phrases that Nathaniel didn't understand, and wore the oddest clothes, "I see... Well, seeing as you are my only friend, I would say you have the ability to ask personal questions. I understand your reservation, and would be pleased to answer any questions, should you have them later on. I would also ask you to forgive the fact that I will, most likely, have many questions about your history since I passed."

The word friend caught Astrid's attention and she immediately lightened up. She had very, very few friends. Nathaniel had no idea what he'd just signed up for. "Hey don't worry about it! We can figure this all out together, I just want you to not be alone anymore. To be free of this place, even though it is very beautiful and was probably more so back in your time." Astrid really did like the place, it was so pretty and old and held a timeless quality that she loved.

Nathaniel sighed, looking around at the ruins, "All I can see is ugly in this place. It is a house of betrayal and death to me. I admire that you can find beauty in places that seem to be void of it." Nathaniel doubted there would ever be a day when he could look at his old home with a smile. It was his prison.

Astrid supposed that to Nathaniel this place would never be beautiful, especially after what he'd been through. Unfortunately, it was Astrid's gift to find the beauty in all situations, and the darkness too. Through a single photo, she could capture any and all emotions, and as she'd developed her skill, her own eye had become a camera lens.

"Well that's sort of my job, plus, I'm kinda weird like that. And I'm sorry this place makes you feel like that, it must've been awful staying here for so long. Did no one ever come in? Not even like..wild teens?" Astrid couldn't believe it really, though the nonexistent graffiti told her all she needed to know.

"Teens?" Nathaniel questions, "I am unfamiliar with the meaning of that word. Is that what people are now called in the age range of thirteen to nineteen? I suppose that makes sense," He mused, "But no," He continued on, "No one before you has ever entered. No one hardly comes here, though, other than older couples who are probably not from Scotland."