I had to see it for myself. You two and Mazikeen aren't much, but you're all I've got from home. For once, you judged someone's character right.

[John frowns down at his drink, swirling the liquid in it before finishing it off. Something about this isn't sitting right with him, and he can't put his finger on it.]

I wish I had anything better to tell you about that. I know magic affects her, she can feel it going through her. Lit up like a girl having her first orgasm. No mental defenses though that I'm seeing. It's strange. If she was a weapon, knowing or unknowing, I'd expect her to be mentally armoured like a tank. She's a mystery, Lucy.