It's . . . sort of like that. It's difficult to explain.

[ she sort of presses a few fingers to her temple. ]

It's like a thought in the back of my mind, a nagging feeling . . . an ask for help, or a feeling of anxiety, or dread. And I can tap into the magic of the Temple, the arcane, and listen. It takes a lot of energy to do it a lot, but I can keep a general bead on what's going on. Whispers through the universe.