One of the strangest parts of being inside a person with my magic was that I was getting input from my real body at the same time as from my spiritual one. It was one of the reasons I did this with my eyes closed instead of open. I didn’t do it often enough to get used to two visions overlapping each other.
When we weren’t alert, our spirit forms didn’t look like people. I attached my magic to her in places that were more substantial. It would make it easy to pull her out once she was awake.
I heard an excited intake of breath from outside. Quickly, I opened my left eye a little. Richard was pulling the blanket around him and looking slightly uncomfortable. I saw him rest his hand on Gwyn’s head before I closed my eyes again.
“Richard? Are you okay?” Bellamy asked.
“I’m fine, Amy.
