She sits on the bed and pats the spot beside her. To tell the truth, the Tranquil unnerve her too, and she thinks they must do that to most people, or at least most mages. To see what it looks like to lose such a vital part of yourself makes you desperate to hold onto it.

"Is that so?" she asks, lifting a brow and smiling faintly. She loops her arm around his and tucks herself in close. "It must be hard, knowing what so many of them are like, and being so different from them." There's a pause as she reflects on that, and realizes how it sounds. She didn't mean because he isn't a talented mage.

"I mean in values, in mind. You're so caring."