"Yes it will!" she insisted, her frustration driving her. It was odd how in her spirit form, as a ghost, emotions drove her so much more than they had when she was alive. It was like her spirit was clinging to the one thing that had once made her alive. Or, perhaps it was her own frustration. "Barkins..." she murmured, pulling out all attempts that she could to drive him from his spot. If calling him "Barkins' the one nickname she had given to him when she was still alive would do anything to help him, she would do it. "Can't we go inside, please? I can't see well in the rain." It was a lie, but maybe if he wouldn't do it for himself, he would do it for her. He had always been loyal in that way. And if that didn't work?... She didn't know. Did he want her gone? Possibly, but doing that would be just as terrible as if Fairy killed him herself. She wouldn't allow that. "My dear love, please.."