[ no, he's not sure he'd like eternal night much, either. as the phoenix, it's his duty to burn brightly, of course, but light is bahamut's birthright, and.. he hasn't seen dion here yet. he'd like to, if only to know the prince is safe.

he's distracted from thoughts of the other man by her next comment, though, turning to blink at her. for a moment, there's silence-- but then his smile returns, a little flustered this time. ] Oh. Thank you, it's very kind of you, but.. [ he hesitates, then reaches up, dragging the neck of his tunic down far enough for the dim blue glow of a stone-like scar in the center of his chest to be seen. the black tendrils that radiate out from it look diseased. ] I fear that there is very little that magic can do for me, and I would not wish for you to waste your energy.

[ he pulls the tunic back up, adjusting the scarf he'd wound up buying earlier to better hide the marks. ]

I do take medicines that do some good, but I left them at the castle in my haste. [ he wasn't really thinking about them, to be honest, he's so accustomed now to jote reminding him, or tarja chasing him down to scold him. .. it's not important, though. he's more interested in her magic. ] Do you do the magic of this world?