"Wha-" Iman blinks as he dissipates right out of her hand and recollects nearby. Magic indeed. Well, isn't that fancy. Surprise is quick to turn into a scowl as she tilts to face him.

"You leave her alone," she says. Ordinarily someone wanting to know about the Rift is an open invitation for friendly conversation, but not with this guy, not the way he's behaving or the way Greta and Angus are so obviously uneasy, or the way he calls it Rift of hers. Cloying little fuck. It's just an extra insult that he's wearing the face of her friend. Probably not even doing it on purpose, some weird result of quantum iteration, but it makes her blood boil all the same.

Aqil settles back on her shoulder, glaring as much as a crow can glare. "Who is it wants to know about 'this Rift'?" he practically sneers.