Lord John considers her words carefully. Magic, she means of course. He has seen a little of it, in Thorne. The lessons they were conducting. That he might have participated in, if he so chose. Light shields, they had said they were learning, which would be useful, for a man like him. All the same...
Raising his wine somewhat less steadily than he had before, John takes a heartier swallow than before. Fortifying himself. It has been... Quite the week, to say the least.
"What would you recommend I do, in your professional capacity?" he asks, at last. His one exposed and uninjured eye very blue and very direct as he watches her for her reply. "I trust you, Claire. And your judgment." It wouldn't be the first time he had put his life in her hands. Nor, he suspects, will it be the last.
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Raising his wine somewhat less steadily than he had before, John takes a heartier swallow than before. Fortifying himself. It has been... Quite the week, to say the least.
"What would you recommend I do, in your professional capacity?" he asks, at last. His one exposed and uninjured eye very blue and very direct as he watches her for her reply. "I trust you, Claire. And your judgment." It wouldn't be the first time he had put his life in her hands. Nor, he suspects, will it be the last.