"No idea."

"Well, can you tell me about how you do it?"

"...Magic? It's not a spell I cast or anything, it's just part of being me."

"Cool," says Bella enviously. "What other perks do you get?"

"...I dunno," he says. "I don't exactly keep a list of things I can do that might make humans jealous."

"Stop me if this is a personal question, but you have all these magic-based senses - what does it feel like to be all the three shapes you can be? I just can't even imagine it but maybe you can describe it since there's three of them? If they're different to you, maybe they're not."

"It's different," he says. "I get a lot of extra information when I'm, uh, dude-shaped. Staff form is kind of halfway in between - I get the finer details on my magical senses, but not the complex tactile stuff."

"You seem to prefer the deck of cards for just sitting around in," Bella observes.

"Deck of cards is easier to fit places, easier to hide as, and it doesn't get uncomfortable," he says. "And I can't directly use most of my big destructive spells like this, so for a while there I stayed this way as much as I possibly could, just to keep that extra step in there."

"Solid plan, I approve," says Bella. She peers at her question list; it's dwindling and he said he'd stay overnight. "...Hey, um, is there any lingering damage from most of you getting blasted like twelve times? You sound fine, but you're being all deck-of-cards shaped, so I don't really know how to tell. I don't even know if I'd be able to tell if you were being dude-shaped, maybe you don't have automatic body language or anything."

"Nope, I'm fine," he says cheerfully. "I mean, it hurt, but magical damage is good like that, it can hurt and knock you out and you'll be fine in ten minutes."

"I... guess that's convenient? I'm sorry it hurt."

"It's fine," he says cheerfully, "I've had way worse."

"...Ah. Yeah."

"And, you know... thanks."

"You're welcome," Bella says.

He shifts a little on the table.

"Does that mean anything when you slide around like that? Or - wiggle or whatever?" Bella asks.

"...maybe. I dunno. It doesn't mean a specific same thing every time."

"Should I be interpreting that last little shift as anything?"

"I'm - kinda nervous," he admits.

"What about?"

"I just - I get lonely, and I don't want to be, but I'm afraid of people, and I don't think I want to go but I'm afraid to stay, and really I'm kind of a mess," he says.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Bella volunteers after a silence.

"Well, that's good," he says. "I even believe you. I'm just not sure I believe that I believe you."