[She may, in fact, come closer. Moving through the astral arcane void isn't quite like walking, or swimming exactly, but not entirely like thinking it so. A mixture of all of it. Her will allows her to move from there to him.

Again, he offers his hand out, as if she may just start floating away.]

Something like that, yes. I apologize. This is... the byproduct of what I had been working on. The hexcore. Having it merged with my body as a conduit... I became touched by the arcane.

[His head tilts curious. His strange eyes search her face. To him, she splits into a kaleidoscope of possibilities.]

Fascinating... I can see... all of you.

[This same thing is true for him, too; however, he does not know this quite yet. That there is a kaleidoscope of versions of himself within different timelines. Same hat!]