“I guess that makes sense”, he nods. “Where are you from? Is magic more common there?”

"Most people have a touch of magic but they usually don't know that. For most people it's a vague sense they can't put their finger on or the fact that they just happen to be healthier than average. True Weavers are rare and many Weavers try to avoid letting people know we exist."

"I've certainly never heard of Weavers! What is your magic like, if it's not rude to ask? Oh, and should we go somewhere else?", he looks at the blood on the alley's floor and grimaces.

Can she take care of that? Yes it's been long enough.

"The core of our magic is still our extra senses we can feel the world around us and Weavers can effects parts of what we sense. For example, I could clean up that blood if you like. I can also fold myself into the Weave and move while I'm folded. As for going somewhere, I'm new to the area I don't have anywhere else in mind to go. I'm happy to follow if you'd rather leave though."

"So... you're magically connected to your surroundings? That sounds pretty cool. And I won't say no to seeing your magic in action but I don't know if that makes you tired or anything... It's not very important to clean the blood if we're going elsewhere anyway. We can just head towards a main street for now."

"That's a good way of putting it. And cleaning it up is no trouble." She doesn't appear to do anything but the blood bubbles and shimmer a little before shifting to be water, maybe a little more water than there was blood. 

"Shall we then?"

He watches in amazement as the blood turns to water and can't resist touching it, just to make sure it really has changed (as if he couldn't smell the difference... yep, he's pretending that's not happening, weird feelings can wait).

Maven nods and begins walking, "Should we introduce ourselves? I think we skipped it entirely."

"I'm Cora."

"Well, things have been pretty unusual but it's nice to meet you anyway, Cora! My name's Maven."

"It's been good to meet you too. It always helps to have a local guide in a new place."

"I'm happy to show you around! Although I might be a bit more distracted than typically, trying to figure out what happened earlier."

"Oh that's fine, I'm curious about what happened to you too. New magic is always interesting."

"We can try to puzzle it out together", he replies, smiling.

"Have you noticed anything being different?"

"I- uhm- yes", Maven admits, a bit reluctant, "everything feels sort of different right now. Sharper... maybe?"

"You feel like your senses are sharper then or does it go further than that?"

"I'm... not sure?", he shrugs, looking apologetical, "I'm still trying to understand and accept whatever has and is happening."

"We have time. There's no need to rush."

"That's good because I don't think I could convince my brain to rush on that unless it was life-or-death and maybe not even then."

"It's okay to not be okay. Being changed by a violent event would bother most people."

Maven nods, "Mhm- thanks. I'm usually a bit chattier."

"...Anyway, do you have somewhere to stay? I don't know if you'd planned on coming here or not."

"I don't. I can make do without but it's usually nicer to have one."

"It's late to find a hotel", he replies, gesturing at the sky (dark, the stars and a single crescent moon visible), "but, uh, one of us could sleep on my couch. If I can manage to sleep."

"That works for me."

"We're not too far." Maven nods. He keeps walking, now less aimlessly, and expects her to follow as she's been doing so far.