She had nightmares. Excruciating, vivid nightmares that paralyzed her upon awaking and left her crying for hours, until she sobbed herself back to sleep for a potential round two. He didn't know what to think when she woke up babbling and crying about how it hurt but she couldn't stop, her hand weakly reaching for a baton that wasn't there to cast magic that wouldn't help. Once, he had fetched her baton and regretted it instantly. Using her magic in one of these states only hurt her, drawing a bloodcurdling scream from her lips as she rocked back and forth from the pain. Her hands shot up to her hairline, scratching and digging and almost drawing blood to get the madness out, physical pain to escape what her power was doing to her. And he could only watch, rubbing her back in slow circles in a small effort to comfort her until the sobbing stopped and she curled into his chest, sniffling and apologizing for going crazy, telling him that it was okay for him to leave her.

He never would, even if these episodes scared him half to death and made him want to beg her to leave the League.