[ A light blue witch-light, about the size of Ilsa's thumb-tip, ignites, then dances around in their shared line of vision ]
[ * Hah, so that works, and... * ]
[ There's a slightly disorienting shift in perception, and the witch-light expands, showing a ghostly version of the house, with a double-light at the bottom. ]
[ * That's the house, with us in it. I can't pick up on the drones, no emotions to latch on to. * ]
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[ * Hah, so that works, and... * ]
[ There's a slightly disorienting shift in perception, and the witch-light expands, showing a ghostly version of the house, with a double-light at the bottom. ]
[ * That's the house, with us in it. I can't pick up on the drones, no emotions to latch on to. * ]