As we walked, I found myself replaying the moment Tiffany had embraced me. The shock of physical contact, yes, but also that spark of magic. It had felt... familiar, somehow. Like an echo of something I should recognize.
"What are you thinking?" Ed asked, breaking into my thoughts.
I considered for a moment before answering. "That we may have stumbled onto something significant tonight. Tiffany could be a valuable ally, if we can unlock her potential."
Ed nodded slowly. "And if we can't? If her magic truly is lost?"
"Then we've still done the right thing," I said firmly. "Protecting those who need it is our duty. Magic or no magic, Tiffany and her sister deserve a chance at a better life."
We walked quietly together for a bit, as I sorted out everything that happened that night. The man we were chasing got away, leaving no trace and we might have saved a young woman and her sister.