Half-leaning on his arm (and then shifting, because that hurts more), Cam looks at Xion with a frown. She's not the Grim Reaper, but she still appears to be just a hooded figure. It's unnerving. But she's being nice, and he's pretty sure he wants to be anywhere but here, so nice is alright.

"A...spell? Like magic?" Suspicion and confusion lace his voice. But magic can't be anything any more out there than, well. A Digimon.