"It really is." That could sound close to boasting, and Emma hoped Corbie didn't hear it that way, but she was proud of being a mutant and what she could do because of it. Pyro had taught her that; he'd thought they were pretty awesome when she was struggling to project much of anything.

She let go of the projection, the knight fading from view. "And yeah, having a knight who'll fight for me, and a flying horse when I need to get somewhere else? Literally saved my life before."