"What's tequila?" she muttered dismissively. She'd find out later.
"It's a totem," she explained, lightly curling her fingers around Emma's hand. The Light spread from her arm wrapped in old, thick leather, to Emma's much-less decorated one. "It's like a piece of myself that focuses the power I have, and directs it into doing what I want... Kind of like a prism with light, I guess. But more personal."