[On some level she knows this will require her mind to be vulnerable to whatever he's going to do. So her shoulders relax and she controls her breathing until Henry tells her to open up her eyes. When she does, her green eyes widen a smidge. They're in a different place entirely—

—No, he just said it's an illusion. The witch carefully tries to register any sensations that would give it away. Was the temperature of the air off? No, it was cool and crisp. The stars and moon are at a distance that's believable enough that it doesn't trigger anything in her brain.]

This is... Henry, this is impressive.

[She takes a few steps back and then a few steps forward on the porch. The wood beneath her feet feels solid and strong.]

How far... How elaborate can you make it? Is it just within your vicinity or can we walk further away?