He was here for the past, for the memories, and suddenly everything feels strangely on kilter rather than off. It's been years since he had felt this way, the strange ripple of magic that meant something more than witches and this Tor and all of its history.

He hadn't thought she might come back, and he knows it might not be her at all, but now he can't help but try and find out. If nothing else one of that power was always useful.

The timbre of her voice runs along his spine and he steps slightly closer as if it was meant for him and not talking to herself.

"Most of them live their lives never knowing the magic around them. Not surprising they can't pick it up even here."

Though he understands her thoughts. It was practically like walking through water. How could they not know?