[ Her hand does not leave his shoulder, but the connection severs at her unspoken behest. The boon to his senses shatters like a sledgehammer to ice, giving way to the mundane water beneath. ] That's it, isn't it? [ Not the warping. Not the phasing, the blinking, the force of the throw of his sword. Those are all afterthoughts to the power that supplies it. ] That signature to all of your abilities... is that light.

Everything you put within that pocket reverts to that light before. Everything that you take out, manifests from that light-- including that sword and, ah, maybe, whatever magic you might have. [ She describes what she sees, not how it may actually may be, yet her tone still that of someone in calm awe.

She almost wants to tell him to dismiss his sword. He wishes to extend that light to others, but if what lies within him is limited by his strength of heart, then that is what they will need to train first. ] If— I’d I had to guess. It’s the light itself that you will be transferring to others... and sustaining.

Should we begin working with that? Or focus on something else?

[ Easier said than done. But hey, power transfer is what she's here to help with. AND, and! It involves a lot of hand-holding, so even if this is in vain, it’ll help this world by default. ]