It makes things easier all around, since there was no logic - that Yin had been able to put together - that she could stick her hand in a glass and connect to a puddle some thirty feet away, but here they were. It helped in so many ways.

"How far is the harbor from here?" she asks, even as the specter plops into the fountain, then vanishes from sight.

"Are you safe? When those things happen?" Yin exhibits a mild level of concern when she asks. Waver has made an impression, and while she doesn't go out of her way to make friends, doesn't really know what they connection feels like, there is a quiet comfort in his presence. For her, at least.