There's a bit of automatic argument lining up, but there's no conviction in it, and she let's it go before she can think of the words, falling silent for a moment in thought. If she can accept that magic is outside her grasp, so can she with religion. "Sorry," Benji says, instead, simply. "I know you can, though.

"But if you ever need to talk it through, I don't have to do it when asleep. And you, uh, know where to find me." Be less of a dork, Benji.