[Harry was a toucher. He tended to hang all over people back home, and he didn't usually stop unless someone told him point-blank it was an issue. For him, it was natural to slide a little closer and rest a hand on Eilonwy's back, rubbing in slow, small circles. It was meant to be comforting, something he'd do for any of the people he actually cared about back home.]


Weel, canny say I've seen a sword glow tha way, no. Seen the barrier flash'n sparkle. Seen magic blasts more'n once. Did it do more'n glow?