[It's less of an advance of any kind and more of a lifeline, to the Tetherer. They didn't truly realize how much they value their sight, how much they rely on it. With the ability to keep it intact... They need to make sure the woman's hand doesn't stray.

Not that they distrust her. They take note, though, of her discomfort, and loosen their grip on her fingers, remember their training. To resist the Nature just as you indulge in it. It's a balance. Tethering brings people together, but lean too close and it can be a detriment.]

Magic can be strange. I have little experience with it.

I can't ask you to touch my hand forever, not when we've just met. But then, I'm unfamiliar with everyone in the Quarantine.

[Something they both relish and resent. It would be nice to have the Separator here, to have June here, but both come with their share of problems. The Separator alternately worships the ground they walk on and resents them for their recent admission of doubt in their respective roles. June hardly has a finger in her role as Destroyer yet.

It's refreshing to start from nothing. To not have to be a god. But it's lonely.]