Esme heard Hag talking and poked her head out from the cart. She ghosted her way over to him and stood nearby but off to the side, not wanting to get in the way. What she really wanted was someone to hold her hand, put their arm around her, something. It seemed she craved contact with people, maybe because she was a ghost and wanted to make sure she was still there.
A meeting with religious people? Esme shook from fear. Being a witch, she had had run-ins with religious people before. Mainly Catholics. They were narrow-minded and horrible to anyone different.
Esme didn't want to tell Hag that she was scared, but she was sure her eyes showed her fear.