It's a quiet night. An October new moon usually is, even if some ghosts can get restless in the weeks leading up to Samhain. Still, 'a quiet night' means 'a good night to disturb someone', since it's unlikely she'll cause a cacophony.
Which means Nausicaa's in full witch garb, crystal pendulums arrayed before her, incense burning, on a floor that's threatening to rot through. She swept it of dust, but - there's still a dusty sort of aura about this house.
Calming a ghost can take weeks, sometimes, but Nausicaa's been luckier than that today. This ghost seems lonely, mostly, so Nausicaa's spent the last few days enticing her to leave and visit the local coven, and has been trying to help weaken the bonds (mostly of fear) trapping the girl.
The girl slowly, hesitantly agrees; Nausicaa lays a small spell over one of her pendulums - shows the girl how to find its light - and ties it around her neck, so the girl can find her tomorrow night - it's too close to dawn, now.
The unnatural chill in the air starts to dissipate, and the sun starts to peak over the horizon, and Nausicaa yawns and wonders where her ability to pull all-nighters went.
She needs to clean up and head out, but surely she can sit here with her eyes closed for a few minutes...