She nods, and lets him stay with the Mage Hand for now. Okay. Trying to be something else. The cat? No, no, she doesn't feel much like a cat today - and what else is there, really? She hasn't tried a lot of this - if she had her way, what she would have inherited would have been the ability to make the ground unsteady beneath someone's feet, guessing all the while, while she stays rooted.

What it looks like from the outside is Fever screwing up her face with her eyes closed, gesturing fruitlessly for a moment. Opening them, looking at her hands, and....nothing.

"If I can just-"

Nope, back to it again. It's difficult, like it doesn't want to be caught, and her own magic can't cage it in. Too nimble for her to grasp on her own.

They're going to be here for a bit.