Simmaeri slowed her breath in an attempt to better focus on the anticipation of such a tiny touch, but it bore no result, imagined or otherwise. Disappointing, in a way, though she knew it was only sensible. She wanted to better know the strange magic and nature of Collette, wanted a touch to open those answers to her. She was, in a lot of ways, too ravenous to know the things that drew her interest.

No, I cannot, she said, her massive eyelid drawing down heavily nonetheless. But I see you, and I can tell.