[ Mapping. The thought makes Gansey smile, since that was essentially what he'd been trying to do when that cat found him. He'd been trying to get to know his territory, and commit it to memory. If he was doing that before, he must have written it down somewhere. If not in a journal, then something else. Adam is likely to know. Gansey makes a note to talk to him about it. Maybe that was one of the things he'd found in Gansey's room.

Leaning back, he finds himself smiling. There's the Ronan he knows. ]

Not even a little bit. You should have seen it. Massive wings, talking to me through an eagle's beak. That's what I thought it was, and then I saw the rest, and he called himself a griffin. Can you imagine? It's like something from a story.

[ And of course, there's a quality to Gansey's voice that sounds almost awed. This is a new kind of magic, something that genuinely fascinates him. ]