There's what feels like a sharp intake of breath, a tensing of every available muscle, and that warmth again - except no, not that warmth, different warmth, not that of a fire but of sunlight through trees, of skin flush with blood, branches breaking under foot, a pack of dogs at your heels (are you running with them or from them? Unclear).

And, at the point that becomes something less than completely overwhelming, an almost-growl, with an intensity she'd recognise from the Royal Menagerie and the same timbre as The Final Day. "You are welcome to try."