Is that supposed to be reassuring, Felix? Caspar raises an eyebrow, but he supposes that the other man isn't referring to the darker side of voodoo. "Your kind of magic. Does it have a name? Do you do any kind of arithmancy?"

"It was more the other way around, I think..." Adia frowns to herself, trying to remember the words written in Josh's journal. It still feels wrong to her, a violation of privacy that she knows such intimate thoughts. "It sounded like the witch offered the portal to him. I don't know if she asked for anything in return, but maybe she had her own reasons for sending him here."