She ran her hand along her own arm, hesitating at the place where the thin gold chain that she usually wore on her wrist should have rested. She'd lost it in the move, at some point between packing up and unpacking. When Miklos set the book aside, she knew that he was really ready to talk to her about something.
"I think I want to try," she said, leaning into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment. "But sometimes I think I feel that pull toward it. I have forever."
She put her hand over his and sighed. "Just, during that lesson... it was so strange and off-putting to feel something like that. Feel the presence of something that I couldn't see, couldn't prove, but I knew it was there, exactly where it was. It defied logic and I'm not good with that"