Himeka purses her lips in thought. She has a lifetime and more's worth of experience with magicks and aetherology, but she has never once considered herself a scholar of such nor particularly knowledgeable. All of it comes so naturally that she has rarely had to put forth much effort into it.

"Aetherial manipulation has always been more instinctual--inherent?--than something I ever really studied." Part of that was what drove a wedge between herself and Sylphie when she began training with the Conjurer's Guild. She smiles, bemused but fond at the memories. "I really only had to attempt something once before I understood how to repeat it. It's a little unfair, isn't it?"

Himeka shakes her head, looking back up to Estinien proper. "Either way, Y'shtola or Krile would be much better equipped to answer that question than me..."

For many, many reasons.

She gives a moment's pause, rubbing her forefinger against the flat of her thumb. "...But I don't think we are cut off entirely. Even those who cannot sense or manipulate aether are still subjected to it. It's a part of all of us as long as we live and beyond. Whatever Whathisface did, my gut tells me that we won't be silenced indefinitely."

To his real question, she shrugs. "As for being some sort of Primal-adjacent, I have no clue. But I can say that I haven't felt an unyielding desire to destroy the masses of people around us or try and convert them to a cause. At least not yet. They may be keeping that one in their satchel, so to speak."

She seems, at least outward, unbothered by the notion.

"At the very least it would make more sense to let us be at full capacity if we are supposed to be doing their bidding."