If you figure yes, figure out how-- [She falls silent as she steps carefully over an exposed root.] Pardon. I'll help.

[If she can, anyway. She's usually best equipped to assist from afar, if at all, and that's when she can see where the future's knotting up...but the thought of doing something about the shadows that stalk them is strangely heartening.]

My powers are--sorry. [Without thinking, she started leading into an answer she's given before, under uglier circumstances. It sounds strange now, ill-fitting. Like it belongs to the world she left behind, and everything she put on hold.] I can yes take care of myself. Just thank you a little harder here.

[Another pause, this one unprecipitated by anything in particular.]

Yes. Others've helped.