They are a little closer, now, and he can sense what lies beneath the silk: a stone, rough and cracked, held together in part by the knot stronger than steel.

There is the touch of something beyond the magic, the little spirits that whisper around her hand, slipping in and out of the Fade. Somewhere, there is a Guide, a voice that bid her to go where she might not otherwise.

In other words, a spirit.

"You came here with a lot of mages," he notes. "You want to watch them. Be the hand that holds."