He's young and sweet—that much is true—but there's something about him. The makeup of him, his magic, doesn't seem to be that. Too. The longer she can study him (listening to him cobble together an answer while finally trying that cookie that is no longer a pointer), the more she's certain of it. Unlike Jack, Kel is very meant—a universal manifest-made.

This place was such a mystery and a wonder,
and it drew so much to itself.

"It's nice to meet you, too." Sabine took a sip of her tea. "As we've covered names, and that I'm shiny cellophane, brand new basically, how long have you been here?"