"That is a start. Not many mages can. And from even their whispers there is much that you might learn." It is where she started as a child, hearing things- seeing images in her dreams. Even at the circle it took time and study to understand enough to be able to take it further- something she never would have managed on her own. As a place of study they served an excellent purpose.

Without them...how are mages such as Sam to learn to make the most of their Maker given skills?

She extends a hand, a small whisp of light flaring to life over her palm. Soft, faintly blue, a little bit of Compassion. "It takes focus to understand- it's less of a question of strength and more one of comprehension. And afterward? Of agreement. We have rules, Compassion and I. I heal those I can and I do not use my magic to do harm. Ever. Defend, deflect, mend- certainly. But I cannot hurt another person with my magic. Not every spirit is the same and you may find another spirit with different requirements- or one that seeks you out because your soul sings to them. It's different for everyone."