She exhales something like a huff of disbelief. An honor, he says. Here they say the Maker is punishing you for your sins, though she's never understood what sins a child could collect in order to be given such a punishment. It's no surprise that she's been questioning the Maker a lot in recent years.

"We are powerful, and some fear that power. And we are also vulnerable to demons, which allows them into our world. Until the rifts appeared, there was no other easy way for a demon to enter, beyond possessing the body of a mage." Her healing is rather quick, since the scrapes aren't too deep, and soon his side is looking back to normal.

"Can you use your magic here at all? Not in the way you are used to, I would imagine."