A strange expression flits across Myr's face at the mention of knight-enchanter magic--a look both sick and longing that's there for a moment and gone just as quickly. Whatever it was, it doesn't color his tone: "I'll say. Not a lot out there that can stop a knight-enchanter once she's set her mind on something."

He makes a silent note of this information on Hermione--and the insinuation behind it. "I'll be glad of her perspective." Even--or especially--if the school she was raised in isn't much like the Circles.

Does the sordid history of the Gallows bother him? "Oh, I imagine it will, once I run out of things to exhaust myself with before sleep." His reply is soft and rueful, the usual humor bled out of his voice. "But I'm most familiar with a mage's quarters," familiarity is everything when you can't see to navigate, "and there's people here I can't afford to leave right now."

He straightens up from leaning on his staff, and adds, "Being so close to the baths is nice, too. Speaking of which--while it's been a pleasure meeting you, Serah Ataash, I'll have to beg your pardon and take my leave; I'd been meaning to get in here while they still have hot water left."

With a polite nod in her direction, he makes to depart.