He wasn't sure how he'd helped solve any issues that Nyx was having, but John figured he'd just take it for what it was. He shrugged one shoulder and sat down on the bed, apparently fine with the idea of Nyx doing the heavy lifting in terms of sorting while he watched and sipped at his bottle.
They'd already found the box of stuff that mattered anyway. After that it was mostly just clothes and books that she'd borrowed from the library and never given back. Not wildly exciting.
"The rules of magic aren't always consistent anyway," he said after a beat. He thought about the way doors had always worked for him before quite a lot these days.