The voice that hissed at her was ribbed in tones that she had only begun to understand a year or two ago, soft and nearly silent as it prodded the empty spaces of her mind. She nodded towards nowhere in particular, body moving before her mind was able to connect the words to movement, her body slowly shifting forward on the blankets as she fought to leave their cloying grasp. The rhythmic pulses of magic shooting up from down below her was a constant draw that had her mind pushing her body forward to bask in it. 