She stood at the cross section of the staircase when Anna's reaction made a wry smile form on her expression briefly. It faded just as soon as it appeared when she turned around to face Anna, as stoic as ever. "Spirits are very real. But they exist outside of our dimension of existence, which means you cannot define them by our dimension's logic. They may show themselves to people, toy with them, even harm them. Because within their own pocket of reality, they are bound by different rules. When you view it that way, I believe it refutes any potential scientific explanation you could fathom."
She pauses to continue up the stairs to the left of her instead of the right. The path to the throne was at the gate furthest in the rear of the castle's interior balcony. Deep within, she herself could not help but feel the slightest bit of anticipation in the pit of her stomach. Butterflies, some would call it. Though it only served to make her anxious. Maybe she was getting a bit too into psyching Anna out. Yet she could not push out the intrusive thought of something about to go wrong.
She now has the high ground, her gaze striking down upon Anna from afar as she leaned on the railing and adjusted her indoor slippers using her feet. "I wouldn't linger long, Anna... the statues may give you a fright."
Unable to shroud her enjoyment anymore, a faint giggle escapes her mouth.