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"I mean, your - mother held out hope Dianira could get you in a century or two, it just. Would have. Kind of sucked. A lot."
"You're welcome."
He rubs his face.
"I can't believe it actually worked. I felt like a creep the entire time, I am so sorry, it was for the express purpose of." Hand wave towards her.
"I assume Rhana likes you, if she okayed it." She swings her legs out over the edge of her bed, sighs, "This is going to suck," stands, and immediately overbalances and falls on her face.
She leans on him heavily. "Ugh. I haven't tried to walk without substantial magical boost since I was, what, eight, nine, I think that's when I started tripping less."
"Well, good news. I have magic from my other world. So I can keep you from getting hurt. I - didn't catch it earlier, sorry, but you're protected now."
"We don't all have magic, for one. Sometimes lucky people, when they're at a certain age, get a choice of different magic types to choose from. Those are ravelers, or mages, if you prefer, we haven't standardized it. I picked protection magic. So I can protect people."
Kithabel manages to stand without leaning on Adarin, and stops leaning. "I'd say I like your choice but I don't know what it was competing with."
"Its major competitor was weather magic," he sighs, forlorn. "But I took too long trying to figure out if it was large scale or just," handwave, "little trick showers or something, and I lost the option. I couldn't have lost animal communication, no, it had to be weather. Ugh."
"Oh, yes. If it was at the scale I wanted, anyway, where I could prevent floods and water crops and such."
"Well, you picked something good, anyway. I should talk to my mother. How did you say you got here? Magic otherworldly snake or something?" Kithabel minces her way carefully to her bedroom door.
He follows, ready to catch her if she seems to need it, but otherwise leaving her on her own.
She touches the wall and goes to the pointless little room. "Do you know if my lift still works? Because that would be a heck of a way to test your protection, if it doesn't."
"And Rhana didn't show you? Huh. Well, if she didn't show you maybe she thought it was too risky, I'll defer to her judgment on that for now. Stairs it is. Great." She heads for the exit.
"I can't quite - you seem very nice and the circumstantial evidence heavily favors you being on the level, but I can't fly or heal myself on zilch momentum and I have never seen your thing in action, so."