[Yeah, regardless of what he might say, Sypha looks out at the dark forest behind the barrier of thorny vines and sees one vast metaphor for whatever his deal might be.

But she won't deny that rain dripping from the trees, rich with the smell of petrichor and duff and mineral soil, wraps her up in a sense of restful calm. She can see the appeal, especially if he's some sort of prickly hermit. Reflexively, she pulls the embroidered hood over her head and tucks her nose behind the high collar of her robe. The whole ensemble seems designed to bundle her against the elements, excepting the sandals; mud squishes over their open sides as she steps through the thorny gate.]

'Additional' ability or power? That implies most people have something like that to begin with, which must mean I did as well? Is that why I came here?