Ford could feel his eyes welling with emotion as Mia spoke again. He didn't let her go until she pushed a little at his shoulder.
"Oh."
"Oh, what?" His joy plunged back into worry at her single syllable.
"I pulled back to see you, but… it's dark. I can't see you at all." She admitted.
"Do you want light? I can knock and Martin will let us out, only, Grandpa thought cutting you off from the magic of the trees was the best course of action."
"It has helped a lot," Mia sighed. Ford waited, blinking into the inky darkness. He wished he could judge her expression, but instead he tried to exercise patience. "Not yet, I suppose. My mind needs a few moments more of rest before pitching back into the fray."
"How bad is it? Do we need to get you out of here and back to your father?" Ford asked her seriously. This much magic was obviously taking a toll on the young woman.
