"Yup," Abby says. She's not looking at him she's looking at his room, this little place and all the lived-in clutter that makes it unique to him. Everybody in Riftwatch has more or less the same furniture, the standard issue bed frame with slouchy straw mattress, the one pillow so you have to try a little harder to make it look like yours. Loxley has done a good job. She likes the dried flowers on the windowsill. The light from the stove skips through the wine bottles and throws tiny yellow slivers all over the rug.

The wisp is bobbing around in the jar as she comes in properly, getting out of the way to allow Loxley better access to the lock-festooned door. Having that many seems like a safety hazard in the other direction; what if you need to get out quickly?

She bends to examine the jar.

"Is this it?"

... Are you supposed to call a wisp an it??