[ Having some privacy is a step up, theoretically. It removes obstacles to getting to the point, but that's... well, he's sort of alright with avoiding it. Fitz manages to adopt a more optimistic and reassuring expression when he catches on to her concern, gaze briefly skipping to the restless movement of her hand. ]

Yeah, but they're... I mean it's sort of fascinating, actually, just— terrifying. [ Which reminds him a little bit of home, actually. 0-8-4s. ] A few months ago they got all twisted up on themselves, and the different rooms were... dreams? Except more like memories. [ The enthusiasm's real, even if it is a little stilted by the dire circumstances. ] Or worlds.

[ Another beat, though this time it's as something extremely important occurs to him. ] We've got wizards.