Cat, who looked ready to prove it no matter what, held out a hand. “The result of my wish isn’t as spectacular as yours, but I can at least show you something convincing.” He glanced around, making sure there weren’t any passengers walking close by.
And Phoebe watched. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was supposed to be watching for- but it was only a few seconds before that became clear. Something had begun to push its way through the skin of Cat’s index finger. A tiny stalk writhed upwards, pale and glowing faintly against the morning light. It grew until it resembled an etiolated, leafless sprout.
“You have to touch it,” he motioned towards her; she looked at him in disbelief.
“I know,” said Julia, “but it’s not dangerous. It don’t hurt.”
Julia having to specify that it wouldn’t hurt didn’t make Phoebe feel reassured at all. Still, she knew that it’d be difficult for them to cause a scene in broad daylight. Everyone was on the lookout for another attack.
She hesitantly raised her arm.
Sorry for the late update!