"I stopped expecting miracles a long time ago," said Arla honestly, "but I think it's a miracle that that I'm able to talk in coherent sentences with you. Or so it's been said." She smiled, using her hydrokinesis to give him a little push with a small current of water. "The fact that I don't want to hit you is something of a miracle. And you're not trying to fill my head with feel-good psychobabble, which I appreciate."