The following day there is: school!
Sadde and Willow are already there, sitting on a bench chatting.
Punch! It is about as strong as the blast. A little bit less, maybe, and less concentrated.
"That one felt a lot more like I was getting punched by you and not a bit of magic?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "For some reason it was– definitely different."
He thinks about how to phrase it and then says, "I think it might have been Sadde, in a totally mundane way."
"Yes!" he says in a tone that seems to imply he knows exactly why but still wants Theo to say it.
"You really– don't need to know," he says, then looks back at the arm that got magicked. "Doesn't seem to be getting much worse, which I'm pretty sure is weird for that strength a thing."
"Yeah, okay, well, neither of these are hurting as much as I'd expect bruises to and they're not actually that bad. I mean, unless I used to get damaged really easily or something, I dunno."
"I don't think so," he says. "But again: managed to miss being a demon for seventeen years, or well, more like sixteen and a bit, but yeah, not the best person to ask here."