"I wonder if feeding this space Karma would act as similar to the way I am able to send Light to others..."

He is listening to the emptiness in the space, allowing his ears to focus sharply on the echoes that every movement they make carries back to him. Her fingertips touching the wall are nearly grating, but he doesn't flinch.

His glances are quick, sharp.

"Was there someone here, before?" There must have been, but it feels very well-cleansed to his senses. He suspects her doing.