[There's that thoughtful look again, and he purses his lips, looking down at their joined hands. So often when they do this, it's followed by a calling of magic, a combination of power. She's fueled his magic over the course of an entire night, replenishing his stuttered supply and keeping him from Statis, like a steady drip-feed of elixir straight into his veins. He'd never felt a bottom in that wellspring of power. You have so much, she'd said, but hers felt neverending to an even greater degree than his. Yet somehow she always seems... impressed by him. And he doesn't get any sense of mockery or condescension from her, it's just how she is.
He doesn't get it. And she's so secretive, so he wouldn't, but...]
Hey, Pyra... maybe I never thought to ask this before, but what does your magic do? Like, what's it for?
[He's only ever seen her charging up other people, more of a conduit of energy than he'd said of himself.]
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He doesn't get it. And she's so secretive, so he wouldn't, but...]
Hey, Pyra... maybe I never thought to ask this before, but what does your magic do? Like, what's it for?
[He's only ever seen her charging up other people, more of a conduit of energy than he'd said of himself.]