"I'm telling Marcus you taught me a swear," Sabrina announces, and for the first time since she'd woken up, she's smiling. "Probably won't let me have a boyfriend anymore."

And then she huffs out a breath.

"Yes, I think it's like that. I mean, I hope it is, instead of being some other kind of less identifiable magic. Only it's my age. I think five or six."