She had always relied on magic for strength. Inner strength, outer strength; it was the power to change her world, and it had been a comfort to be able to mold her own reality. She knew how to fight of course – and that hadn’t been taken – but it was nowhere near the same. In magic, she had the ability to change things on a whim, and she had not realized how dependent on it she had been.

But it didn’t matter now. Locke was there with her, every step of the way; she realized, too, that he was magic enough.