" Thanks." I removed the laser knife from the pocket and handed her my old gown."This is just about good enough to cut into strips and bind tool handl...s. Where on earth did you get it?" The citadel jail."She laughed. "The Guardians have no sense of style. What's that?"I held up the knife and then used it to trim off a few strands of my hair."Citadel technology. I'll bet they don't know you've got it." Probably not," I confirmed."Show it to Darian. He'd love to see it, and can probably find a. And the thing that triggered it..." He felt the change come over him again, " ... was thinking you were in danger. Maybe it's not self-defense that brings it on, maybe it's the need to defend you that brings it on."He looked back to the mirror to see his eyes glowing faintly. This time he kept the trigger in mind but didn't focus on it. The glow remained constant. He frowned as he began to feel fatigue building, as if something was draining his energy. He let go of the trigger and felt the. Well, most of the heat. The leather of Bob and Hank's vests was slightly smoldering. Their hair was singed, as was ours. Nothing smells worse than burnt hair!" We stood up and watched as the flames chased across the landscape," Bob continued. "We had been driven miles off course, and all we could do was walk. We started out heading due north. We managed to get to the river late in the night, thanks to the moonlight."Hank took over here. "Exhausted, we waded across the river where we found soft. Do I have to make it any plainer, Mage Sofya?” he added.“No, Mage Simon,” Sofya replied, looking immensely frustrated, but at least knowing when to cut her losses for once.“Hmmm, wonder what she knows,” Morgana said quietly after the meeting had ended.“Want me to try and find out, my Mage?” I asked.“No, I’ll get Róisín on it. She’ll be looking out for you,” Morgana chuckled.“She definitely has a few issues with me,” I replied with a grin.“Only because you keep demonstrating you know the rules.