She couldn't say she felt easy about it, let alone good. The sight of him in that white suit still made her stomach churn, the feathers on her arms prickle in an anticipation that reminded her all too strongly of before he'd removed the shard from her.

But she had to learn . . . and in a way, perhaps, she owed him to try.

Not to mention that, with what apparently lurked out there in the dark, learning to control her power, whether from Kid or otherwise, was far better than the alternative.

She gave a half smile, absent, poked him back, and returned to the book.