She smiles at that declaration, small, amused, just barely not laughing. It's good to feel like some things will be the same as they always have been. Not everything with Kaz was always terrible.
"She good to us," she says, leveling him with a look. One that says 'Leave Mag alone' or 'Don't get any ideas', he can figure it out. "and this isn't The Barrel." Something that did take a while to get used to. But there are genuine people here, unlike the many masks worn by people in Ketterdam, literal and not.
The actions are so small and simple from the outside perspective, no one could fathom the leaps and bounds this really was for the both of them. The warmth from his fingers is a comfort that eases tension she didn't know she was holding in her shoulders.
"I know," she nods, "I hated the arrival, too," her voice soft. All those people. All those sets of eyes on her. It had felt like being in The Menagerie again. "And who are you trusting to watch your bad while you're unconscious, so soon, then?" She can't help the teasing lilt of her words.
She smiles at the question and holds two fingers up on her free hand. "Two things," she explains. "One spell is called Silence, ten minutes, 6 meters, no sound around me. Absolutely none at all." As if she needed the help in sneaking up on people. "The other one is newer, I haven't really...used it? But I've sort of studied it? It's a blade made of shadows, but it works- it will absolutely cut someone." She shrugs a little, "Magic, don't ask me." She's still getting used to it all, too.
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"She good to us," she says, leveling him with a look. One that says 'Leave Mag alone' or 'Don't get any ideas', he can figure it out. "and this isn't The Barrel." Something that did take a while to get used to. But there are genuine people here, unlike the many masks worn by people in Ketterdam, literal and not.
The actions are so small and simple from the outside perspective, no one could fathom the leaps and bounds this really was for the both of them. The warmth from his fingers is a comfort that eases tension she didn't know she was holding in her shoulders.
"I know," she nods, "I hated the arrival, too," her voice soft. All those people. All those sets of eyes on her. It had felt like being in The Menagerie again. "And who are you trusting to watch your bad while you're unconscious, so soon, then?" She can't help the teasing lilt of her words.
She smiles at the question and holds two fingers up on her free hand. "Two things," she explains. "One spell is called Silence, ten minutes, 6 meters, no sound around me. Absolutely none at all." As if she needed the help in sneaking up on people. "The other one is newer, I haven't really...used it? But I've sort of studied it? It's a blade made of shadows, but it works- it will absolutely cut someone." She shrugs a little, "Magic, don't ask me." She's still getting used to it all, too.