"All right, then." She sets off, leading the way with a determined stride to hide the knot in her belly that acts up every time proper magic gets involved in things. She accepts that she's got a magical edge, now; she has to, after all she's seen and done. But proper magic, mage magic, with books and formulas and study, that still feels - like she's looked around the card table and realized she can't spot the sucker.

She wishes Maggie were here, but she's not. So.

"All right." Saturday turns to face him in a small clearing. Shafts of sunlight brush against the forest floor. "You ready?"