[He nods again, watching the sparks fly between her fingers out of the corner of his eye, but mostly, it's her expression that interests him— as ever, she is matter-of-fact, but he looks hard for a sign of anything beneath that might slip through.]
He's your creator, then.
[The doors slide open, but it takes him a moment to pay it mind, clearing his throat and gesturing for her to take the first step— but all the while, he can only think about how terribly lonely her existence back home sounds, once again.
He hardly needs to remind her, but he remembers what a single year of isolation did to him. Even living among mortals, she considers herself to be something else, something apart from them, and that can make one feel terribly alone even among a crowd of people.]
Ladies first— except in imminent danger, of course. [For now, that doesn't seem to be the case. As they alight into the hallway, he waits a few beats before saying:] If he expects you to use your magic well, I've no doubt you exceed that expectation. You take your craft seriously. It is your life, as it is mine.
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He's your creator, then.
[The doors slide open, but it takes him a moment to pay it mind, clearing his throat and gesturing for her to take the first step— but all the while, he can only think about how terribly lonely her existence back home sounds, once again.
He hardly needs to remind her, but he remembers what a single year of isolation did to him. Even living among mortals, she considers herself to be something else, something apart from them, and that can make one feel terribly alone even among a crowd of people.]
Ladies first— except in imminent danger, of course. [For now, that doesn't seem to be the case. As they alight into the hallway, he waits a few beats before saying:] If he expects you to use your magic well, I've no doubt you exceed that expectation. You take your craft seriously. It is your life, as it is mine.