"We can start whenever you're ready. " Kell replies without thinking about what he's really proposing first, then chuckles and adds. "Though maybe not in the middle of the night. I wouldn't want to disturb people who actually can sleep."

It's easier when he can make light of it, but also a clear sign how much things have improved with their escape. For all the other horrors inflicted on them by the Acolytes, being cut off from his magic was the most painful. Kell always knew his magic is truly a part of him. He never realized the true extent of it. Having it blocked, didn't feel, as some people might describe, like missing a limb. No, it felt like missing a heart, a lung, or any other vital organ. Like continuously dying every waking moment.

No surprise then that he takes every opportunity to reach for it now that he feels whole again.