The Bard plucked at one of the strings and hesitated. She knew she had to tell Ramza her true feelings before she could pass on, but it was a daunting task. There weren't many men she knew that she could say were worthy of being loved, yet...

Ramza was different.

She took a ghostly breath in and raised her head. Ramza may be taller than her, but her ghostly form allowed her to float the few inches she needed to be face-to-face with him. A few seconds pass as she studies his face, then leans in for a kiss.

It's cold, and mostly incorporeal, but she focused all of her energies on her lips just so that it could feel like the real thing.