[His solemnity, and his story, speak volumes. She meets his eyes, her blue gaze heavy and serious, unblinking. He has his story, of course, and she's not going to pry. But it helps mitigate some of her doubt. Genuine sharing and sympathy go a long way, but she still has questions.]
...How does your magic work? Is it something that will alter the plants, or just boost their function?
[Altering them would be...she's not sure...but she has a feeling Krakoa wouldn't approve. But boosting them? That seems doable.]
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...How does your magic work? Is it something that will alter the plants, or just boost their function?
[Altering them would be...she's not sure...but she has a feeling Krakoa wouldn't approve. But boosting them? That seems doable.]