It's no secret to Adam that people here have their abilities squashed. It's frustrating, because feeling and being Cabeswater is what had helped him move forward so much back home, his connection with the Greywaren. When he hears Lydia say she could use her banshee powers, like a banshee from mythology he assumes, Adam looks back to Ronan as he tries to feel for Cabeswater, anywhere, somewhere, close by.

There's nothing. And that's more of a let down than he'd like to let on. He's not the magician here. He's just Adam Parrish, which is far less whelming than he's been before.

"What you did, saved us - or me, at least." Ronan could probably have taken care of himself. And while Adam has a vague recollection of throwing a punch and actually hitting something, or someone, he has no idea what or who he hit, just that he'd had a momentary fight or flight instinct and acted on it before the scream happened. "Thanks. I'm Adam."

He looks from Lydia to Ronan, the vibration in his ear finally dissipating into the nothingness he's more accustomed to. "Is it still bleeding?" He asks him. "It quit... doing what it was doing." Whatever that was.