She is patient. Loxley is thinking, and she knows this, even without being able to fully see his face any longer. (He can see her, she knows, and she doesn't begrudge him this.) Without any light to study him by, she leans fully in against his chest. Her head hurts where it hit the ground, and any other number of bruises are making themselves known.

And she is thinking about Loxley's magic.

"Does it feel different, when you use it to influence someone's mind? Or is it the same? Reaching into the dark for something?"