Even caught up in the moment - not thinking, just reacting - she knows he's there the moment he appears. Sunshine can feel the weight of his attention on her. The next blows she lands on each of the figures surrounding her - in under the ribcage, up through the heart - scatter the figures into their component parts, falling heavily back to earth, devoid of magic.

She is breathing hard, her heart beating swiftly in her chest, her skin shiny with sweat and her arm filthy and slicked with mud.

Her eyes, though, they're clear. And they're meeting his.