Dion mirrors the gesture without quite meaning to. His eyes close and he reaches deep for the aether that usually swirls within him, always so bright and ready to burst into life before Ifrit, then subdued and grumbling thereafter. Now..

His hand drops away and he meets Joshua's gaze once more. "An echo. Mayhap I have simply grown so accustomed to his presence that what remains is only a phantom of my own making. I cannot say for certain- only I will not be leaping from any significant height in an attempt to prime anytime soon."