Cat, who looked ready to prove it whether she’d asked or not, held out one of his hands. “The result of my wish isn’t as spectacular or useful as yours, but I can at least show you something convincing.” He glanced around, making sure there weren’t any passengers walking close by.
And Phoebe watched. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was supposed to be watching for- but it was only a few seconds before that became clear. Something had begun to push its way through the skin of Cat’s index finger. A tiny stalk writhed upwards, pale and glowing faintly against the morning light. It grew until it looked like an etiolated, leafless sprout.
“You have to touch it,” he motioned towards her; she looked at him like he was crazy.
“I know,” said Julia, “but it’s not a weapon. It doesn’t hurt."
Julia having to specify that it wouldn’t hurt didn’t make Phoebe feel reassured at all. Still, she couldn’t deny that it would be difficult for them to cause a scene in broad daylight. People would notice an attack.
She hesitantly raised her arm.
Sorry for the late update!