"Well I obviously do not have a lantern," Sarah says wanly, though there's a hint of smile around the edges of her overall neutral expression. "But if you mean does this thing have a light—"

She flips her hand so it's set in her palm, the dragon and the gemstone that certainly could be the other half of the one he's got, though it's hard enough to tell at this distance, at least for her.

As for her Omen? He sneezes.

On Augustine's shoe.

Sarah covers her mouth with her other hand. She's not giggling.