"Yes, I saw that portion." Envy said, settling himself and reaching into his pocket. He withdrew his cigarette box, but didn't open it just yet. "I can't pretend that I know all of what your Ring is capable of, but I can't imagine such a thing would need to be broken in. Perhaps it is you that was broken in, instead. Skills grow with use. Magical devices may grow more or less powerful, but ultimately it is the user that decides which." 
He withdrew a cigarette at last. Carefully, he held the cigarette between his pinky and thumb, using his index and middle finger to hold the striker. His other hand swiped his match across the striker. With practiced precision, he held the cigarette to his lips and used his fingers to guide the match to light it. 

"There is a way for us to do the same with our Shadow Walking." Envy said after he'd shaken the match to snuff it out and inhaled deeply. "Rather than use moving through the symbolic tunnel, we either push something through or reach and grab something. Imagine seeing an arm appear out of no where to grab an apple off a tree or even just an apple flying out of no where and landing before you." Envy chuckled. "But its difficult to do. Most don't both with it, because of the risk. Any hiccup in concentration can sever the magic and severely damage the mind. Like Ysaryn, for instance. She filled me in on her little hiccup in the woods, which resulted in the loss of her hair. Quite unhappy with that, she is." Envy added with a sigh. "I had to give her a lecture on the recklessness, as we're lucky a headache and shorn hair was all she got."

He paused to enjoy another lungful of tobacco. "Now, your portals, I imagine, are similar. A matter of concentration. Ruli's enchantment to keep you rooted to the spot no doubt helped, but now that you know it is possible, you'd like be able to manage without." He fell quiet for a moment, then inhaled. "I want to ask a blunt question, if you don't mind. In his memory, I felt something in his mind that was ... odd." He voiced. "I want to ask how you feel about him?" Without being able to see, his clouded eyes fell on her, focused. "I told you, when I first found myself in Ziad, hiding underground so many decades ago, that there was a child who found his way to me. Starving, broken, hopeless. He is still cracked. Time has not healed all wounds, Kire, so I must beg you to tread lightly. I know, having raised many children, that telling people to avoid something often leads to them diving for it, so I can't ask you not to go down this path as much as I would like to. Instead, I want to ask that you be sure before you follow it."