"Of course," Aggie agrees. She sighs out and lets a little power fizzle through her skin, little trails of light that illuminate her veins and then disappear. It nearly itches and Aggie feels, again, too small for herself, like she might just burst outward. Not apart, but out. "Mine's...I'm not losing control but..."

Maybe it's a growth spurt. God, she hopes it might make her a little taller.

"If I'm still here in seven years, you'd better be," she says.