Daine nods in complete understanding. She used to be a little jealous of folk who had the Gift, even if it was only enough to call light or fire. Of course, part of the reason for that was how much her Ma wanted her to have it, but she could see the use of it, too. Now that she's got shape changing figured out, though, there's never been any need to worry about making more light. It's always been enough to just work with what she had (which, in most circumstances, has been a fair sight more than the 'nothing' this dream has given them).

"How long can you keep it up?" she asks. "Maybe we can find some kindling and get a fire going." She's not sure how much work it really is, keeping her ring lit up like that. At least a fire can take care of itself, so long as you have enough wood to keep it going.