"I mean, I can feel that it's somethin'," she says, following his eyes into the distance, and there's apprehension in her voice. It's a foreign, constant feeling, a pull that she supposes must be whatever energy they're calling magic here. It was certainly nothing she'd ever experienced before she got here, and she doesn't know if she cares for the sensation. Like putting a collar on an old cat, her instinct is to back away from the connection, but there's nowhere to get away from it. The best she's been able to do is ignore it until her awareness of it dims so she can focus on other things.

She wraps her arms around her knees, taps ash into the grass. "Sometimes it's best to know when things're bigger than us. There's shit that humans ought not be messin' with, even when we do understand it."