"It doesn't hurt me." Which doesn't really answer the question and he knows it. It helps other people, but... it was frightening, sometimes, how easily the smaller spirits could get lost in it. It wasn't her fault, but it still happened. How long could he look at it before it drew him in too?

He forcibly tore his eyes away from it, looking back up at her face.

"It helps. Even when it's too loud. You make it help."