Adam's brows knit together and he looked at Gansey again, tried to really look. He was his own eyes and he was Cabeswater's eyes too and with that filter over his vision, he could see the chlorophyl in Gansey's skin, the tree roots in his hair, the thorns in his bones. They were Cabeswater.

What could he even say? There were no words in English profound enough for that realization. Was there a word for realizing that you breathed the same air as someone else? Looked at the same moon and had the same magic in their veins?

"Wow," he said, because something had to come out.

And then Gansey spoke on particulars. Facts. Adam could at least respond to facts with facts. "I've been here since July, twenty-fifteen. It's July again, twenty-sixteen. I..." Adam gave Gansey another stunned look. "You missed my birthday."