[ Sabine is immensely tense, which is why it is noticeable when she relaxes, even fractionally, that her magicless status carries with it less in the way of implication. She looks down at that shimmer of green. ]

It struck like lightning, [ she says, eventually, rather than wait to be asked. ] There were Rifters and shardbearers closing it while others -- me among them -- fought demons. I was running to cover someone and then it happened, so deliberately, not like a random happening. It did not again, and was closed quickly.

[ She shrugs. ]

I would like to know of your study, as you study.