For a moment, he can see the strands of fate that overlay all things, gleaming strong, wavering thin, taught and fraught... a deeply unsettling feeling as something much, much larger than him, than Nadeen, than everything takes NOTICE... then away from him, his glamour is whisked, like thread pulled, faster and faster winding away - towards his target it flies, a blessing on the wind. Hopefully, it will be enough.