She's still tugging stray twigs out of the tangle of hair around her shoulders when Sina starts to pick her way around the small thicket, and Fern twists a little where she's sitting to watch her. Naturally, her eyes are drawn to the ethereal green glow emanating from her chest, which so closely resembles the one in her hand.

"Oh--you have one, too," she interjects, and holds up her hand as evidence of just what she's talking about. She frowns a little. "I thought we all had them in our hands."