The squeeze of her hand does the same around her heart inside her chest. The warm, pleasant feeling that comes with being comforted seems to be doubled- because she needs it so badly, because it’s coming from him.

“Nightmares, but more… tangible ones. Specters that followed us for a week or so a few months back. Or memories unwittingly shared with others, in such raw detail,” all very much due to the magic of the place. “It’s… nothing any of us could stop- same as everything happening right now.”

At least he learned from his mistake of calling her an investment?

“Stupid boy,” she says in a laugh, too full of something fond to be meant any other way.