"Klaus," Dan murmurs, which is a connection born from logic as much as his abilities, but it's the shine that makes him sure.

The touch hasn't always been necessary, but it makes things easier, the pictures stronger. He wonders if Mrs. Massey had been so stronger with him because she had touched him, but she's long gone, dried up and flaked to the wind.

"You fought side by side in East Hallow," Dan says, after another moment of consideration. "That's good. For both of you. You're not sure what you're doing, but it's right." He can feel himself smiling.

And then a small, damp hand rests on Obi-Wan's wrist, a bead of water trickling from the arm of a bright yellow rain jacket.