He had some kinda hocus shit, to go along with the cold and the turning into a animal. Mildmay couldn't say how he knew, and he sure fucking didn't know how to use it, but he could feel the magic in ways he shouldn't be able to. Like he had when Halloween turned him into something not quite him. And what good was magic if he couldn't use it to help his friends. But Felix's ghost shit had been separate from his magic.

"C'mon," he said, having a different idea that didn't need magic at all. "You can hold onta my sleeve if you wanna keep your eyes shut steada seeing 'em all." He held out his arm, bent elbow extended. Maybe he could keep from freezing her if she touched his skin, but he didn't wanna risk it.