Can he try to turn all of his newfound magic into mana?

He can try!

He can't get it all at once, though. The root regrows faster than he can convert it. Stubborn little thing.

"Well, I can now generate mana. Less fast than a natural mage but still, will do in a pinch."

He fails to contain his glee at this, and sorts of sways to the sides happily.

It's adorable. He's adorable.

"You look so happy!"

"I am! I can actually do magic that is my own! It's so cool and I'll be able to help so many more people now!"

She beams at him.

"—I wonder if I can make you into a god."

"...How?"

"Well, I can see the... three parts? Of magic in you. Except two are all melded together—that's water. Maybe if I could join them somehow..."

"I don't... think you can do that... what happens if you try and then mess it up?"

"I have no idea, this'd be the kind of thing I'd probably want to really really study up before even trying."

"Yeah."

He finishes up his neglected food and stretches. "You know... I mean, you said you wanted to help fix the stuff that's wrong around here, but... I don't know, don't you want to go back where you're from?—far away from your maker, but."

"There wouldn't be anywhere far enough."

"...that's fair. Okay, you can stay here, there's no reason why not."

(Eeeeee.)

(No this is terrible she was abused he should offer—something, some comfort—)

(Eeeeeeeeeeeee~)

"Is there anything you want me to do? Other than the basic decency things like finding you a place or whatever?"

"Find me a place, help me save the world..."

(Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~)

"Okay that I can do."

(Is he even hiding it? He's not sure. He's not sure he wants to hide it.)

He might not be hiding it.

She's grinning at him again.

Gods she is so pretty.

"It's getting a bit late," he says, gesturing at the setting sun—where did the time go? "I have a tent here in my backpack but it... doesn't really fit two people. I could cast a flight spell on you, now that I can just regenerate any mana I spend, and we could fly to the nearest town?"

"How small is this tent?"

"Er... wait, I'm gonna—" He tries to turn the grass around him red using his new magic, in an approximately five square yards rectangle.

It takes him a few seconds to figure out how to accomplish 'turn grass red', and then a mere moment per patch of grass to actually do so.

Ruava observes the indicated size of the tent, and grins at him.

He raises an eyebrow. "I sense a lack of objections."

"You're very observant."

He does not blush, because honestly he is probably biologically incapable of it, and also he's too aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee to blush.

"It only has the one mattress," he warns.