Isn't that how all magic works? [ She lifts her hand, palm upturned. Ice begins to curl around her hand, crystallizing in soft sparkles as dances around her fingertips. With a flourish, it dissipates into the air. ] Blizzard is easy, but Blizzaga would take more. Fire is nothing, Firaga takes concentration. Meteor would leave me fatigued.

Magic's special like that. It's a part of you, right down to your blood and your bones. [ Her words are honeyed, almost cloying. Like she's impressed with him on a personal level. Magic, she thinks, is a commonality. It links them. ]