His eyes narrow as she shows the light bruising. Nothing major, like she said. That seems to satisfy his suspicions.

"Sounds like it's mission accomplished, then. You should go get some sleep. It's late."

He will, of course, not be following his own advice. Miguel instead turns back around to the arrangement of marigolds and the very engaging activity of watching wax melt over the course of the night. His obligations back home seemed to never allow him to be this idle - though, that was most certainly by design. Better to be busy than confront whatever it is he was mulling over.

"I'll need some help with all the candy tomorrow." he adds, facing away from her. Whatever the ghosts don't take is free for the living. So the 'rules' go.