Harrow is almost weightless; smaller than Ingress in build, and half-starved.

She shivers. At the touch, perhaps; also because she's cold. She is used to generating her own heat. "No--I did not see anything. Everything is fine."

She finds her feet as quickly as she can. "It is simply that I have never been on a living planet before. It's so old," she says, still sifting through the Cambrian explosion.

"I do not think I can do much magic at all. At least not here."