"I'm not good with energy either," she said half-apologetically. She neglected to mention that sometimes streetlamp bulbs shattered as she walked past them.
"Yes, the light," she murmured, bending forward to peer closer at the case, then bending one knee to lower herself to the ground. Her gaze skimmed past the potion bottles and jars, admiring the jewelry - what teenage girl wouldn't? - before settling on the book. The research nerd in her tugged at her interest, sparking her excitement. "That book," she said reverently, looking up at the man. "That's amazing."