I understand how that must feel. To have something you've known your whole life, only for it to be taken away in an instant... [her voice trails off, her hands returning to rest at her lap, fingers pressing a bit into her knees as her mind wanders elsewhere for a moment.

looking down at her own hands, she turns them over, palms up, the warmth from having healed him still there.]

I felt that in your quintessence. It makes sense why your energy felt so...warm. [she calls what she felt in him quintessence, because...what else could it be? the energy is soft, pleasant, so unlike what she felt when Haggar's own magic passed through her on more than one occasion.]