Ford glanced amongst the humans, nervous about Trace's initial reaction to him; a perfectly understandable one.
Mia's eyes closed, and her brow furrowed. He stepped closer to her, worried.
"Please don't hurt yourself. You can't look for concepts, can you?" He asked in a low tone. She'd always needed something physical, as he recalled.
"I couldn't before, but…" Without opening her eyes, Mia gestured towards an open window, from which the soft glow of the golden forest shone in, even from so far below. "With the trees, I want to try."
Ford took her hand, becoming anxious. "Did it work?"
Mia frowned. "No, not really." She sighed.
Anaisa looked up at Trace, and then towards the face of the Emperor. He was swathed in the quilt, and she knelt down to look more closely at it.
"Trace, is the Emperor's magic his own, or does he draw it from somewhere else?" She asked, pursing her lips.
