With her palm facing upward, she closes her eyes and focuses. Her lips part and a sweet soft note matches the rough edge of Harry's voice. Justine doesn't know what's going to happen but she trusts him and she leaves herself open to the gently ebb and flow of the air's currents.

The wind picks up gently but Justine doesn't think that it's because of anything they're doing. There has been a gentle breeze all morning.