Bahorel rolls a little, and starts to stand up as the sound of hooves draws away-- in time to see Enjolras come near, and see the riders draw away, and --

Fade? They'd looked solid enough, but now they're like frosted glass, and then like swirls of mist, and then gone.

Ghosts, then. All right.

But the person who was running from them is still here, and now Bahorel has a chance to actually see-- a child, almost human, with catlike tufts of fur at their eyebrows and cheeks and mouth and off the tips of their pointed ears. Slightly teary green eyes are studying him back, with open curiosity. The child's arms are crossed over their chest, and over-- a rock?

Bahorel smiles. "Did you know those fellows?"