[ His performative scowl at being hushed dissolves as soon as Aisha pops back in, sitting up higher on the edge of the bed and breaking into a desultory round of a single golf clap.

His power reaches out to brush unfelt over the ends of her nerves, a tiny tag of certainty about her reappearance. Just because. ]

Score one to zero for parahumans versus necromancers.

[ Yes, they're keeping score. ]

In spite of flagrant abuse of magical interference. [ If that sounds like something he picked up from one of Pal and Dax's polite arguments, it's because it is. ] Definitely cheating.