"I think they have a nest. I wanted to go look for it, but--" He shrugs, giggling. "Something happened and I didn't. I forgot."

It seemed like something happened every two weeks here, and maybe they should try to keep track of that. Like circumstances for magic. Maybe the spirits got worse in tune to the waxing moon or something. The tide? He grins wider, still giggling through it as Kuai Liang steps back.

"I did. I left it and hoped that, well. Maybe if I got far enough away, it would reset. Like turning it off and on again."

That's not what happened and even the horrible, skin-searing pain had been funny at the time.