You could use the same spell on me. Couldn't you? If I allowed it, and didn't fight it or try to steal it.

[There's something reassuring, though, about the snuffling way Trevor looks for her even blindly, slowly discovering for himself that some comforts are still within his grasp even if he can't see to do them.]

I could let you guide my hands. See through my eyes. You could use me for it, too, couldn't you? Not just Adrian.