Weighing around two pounds, it's heavy for a flashlight, and could easily be used as a bludgeon if needed. The maglite feels warm under her hands, like a rock that has sat in the sun, or like laying a hand on the side of her kiln that has cooled, but still holds trace heat, memories of the fire within. It resonates with the part of her that is Thistle, more than Trina, and is pleasant to touch. A faint echo of how she felt the times she sat before the balefire, or when holding Fornax or a Never in her hands. A bit of the dreaming lives here.