He brings them higher still, up to the clouds. Clouds are just water vapor, certainly not with enough mass to hold anything up. But for now the rules simply doesn't apply, and Casper brings them down to a particularly dense one, setting them down on a surface that feels like snow, only not cold.

"That she can be nice doesn't make up for the times when she's not." He sounds sad, but also sure and firm as he sits down cross-legged on the fluffy surface. "And yes, you are tough. And that is good, because for a while it is going to be hard. Very hard. But it will get better and it will be alright. And, there will always be someone watching over you."