Ah, a family reunion, then. Technically, even though you never met.

[He waved back at the ghost. Was it really her "Abuelo"? Astarion wondered this as he looked the scene over, thankful he had no family members (real ones) that were worth missing. Or were confirmed dead to him. Except one person, who he hoped he would never see again for as long as he lived. He hoped he would never see a mere MENTION of him.

Looking over again, he wasn't sure how to feel. Or how to respond. Just that he had to be careful. Family was something he discussed not long ago, odd.]

A dead family visitor...? Strange, strange indeed.

[Ahem.]

Well, seeing as this is a formal party, we can't let the opportunity go to waste. I was going to ask the lady to dance but I don't want to take away from such an esteemed and emotional gathering. You should keep in touch with your Abuelo.

[Whatever that meant. Perhaps grandfather, if her mother as an infant meant anything but the obvious.]

Though I hope your Abuelo knows he has a most kind granddaughter, helping a mere stranger for nothing moments ago!