Miraculously, she does not laugh at him. She turns around instead. He never knows what she wants to achieve by staring at him like this. It’s like she is daring him to do something, like she wants to attack him before he can get there first. But she never even attempts to do anything more than look with her eyes. If he had not once fallen into them and found himself somewhere dark and cold and empty, he would assume she did not even know how to use the mind arts. He shivers at the memory.