"It's not magic," she huffs back, the irritation automatic. But that smile from before tugs at her mouth again, and she's definitely glad he can't see her, because she probably looks like an idiot. There's no denying she's glad, though. Not even to him.

Which is why she walks over to his chair and drags up one of her own. She drops into it, heavy as always, and proceeds to look at her hands. "I need to say something."