"Maybe, kind of?" She sighs. "I wish I got more of it," she admits, exhaling heavily, wishing she had any better answers. "It's just so weird, and maybe it's so weird in every world that isn't your own, you know?"

Which makes her consider something, lifting her head to look at him again.

"The witch that does magic for you. When she does it, does it feel weird or odd compared to the magic you knew before doing the same thing?" The glamour spells. Different which, different worlds. Maybe there was something in that.

Misty is silent a moment before moving her hand slightly to where his arm should be. "Do I even say it?"