Rorie gaped at the broom he’d just handed over. It was certainly nicer than any broom she’d seen up close at least. Grateful, she gave him a smile and nodded before she handed him her broom and mounted it. As she pushed off, Rorie immediately felt something change. The broom somehow felt lighter, more sensitive as she shifted her weight to steer. “Oh, wow…” She murmured, looking down at the handle, then at James. “It certainly feels easier right now.” She observed.