The second the crack sounded was the second Waver wanted to drop onto the ground and lay there for a while. Rarely was he winded by acts of magecraft, but whatever just happened was even more demanding than summoning Rider all those years ago. Even with Rider's hand on his shoulder, Waver slumps a little, vaguely realizing that his hair looks a mess in addition to everything else.

But at the introduction, Waver can only pray his response will get through to Iskandar that he's talking to someone he's known for some time.

"I know, idiot."