He had chosen his victim very poorly indeed, because Siobhan did not carry upon her person even the means to buy herself some new clothes, and it was quite evident that she could use some. Most of what she was wearing was a bit too big for her, gotten from thrift stores and lovingly repaired so she looked like a very cheerful little quilt of a person, all bright colours and smiles.

Her magic felt a bit like that too, warm and welcoming and bright, like the gentle glow of a fireplace on a chilly autumn day.

The item Reynard had gotten hold of was a donut wrapped in some napkins, a snack she was saving for later. She took it back from him with a look on her face that was more disapppointed than anything else.

"And you're not even a little bit sorry."