[It's actually a little mortifying, how audible her breath is when she sucks it in on reflex, hearing that question. She's usually not so...well, so stupid about things like this, except that sort of distantly she recalls that no, deep down she actually is. She used to be. Before she was a witch, before everything became about survival and advantage and illusion, she was really, really bad at this.

He's bringing that out of her. The being bad at this. The being someone who was bad at this, once.

That's why she doesn't have an immediate answer, when she usually does. That's why she's chewing on the edge of her lip, feeling like his expression is as magical as her cloak — leaving her wanting to look at it but still strangely difficult to keep her eyes on it for long.]

...Yeah.

[Aestas. It'll take a little getting used to, that's for sure. But so did Flora. So did Sabrina. So did Morgan and Tamsin and Igraine.]

When it, um. When it...god, this is going to sound stupid.

[Hasn't stopped them yet.]

When...and maybe this is now, I don't know, because that's kind of the point, is only you can know, really, but. When, if, if it's because it feels right, not just like you're supposed to. That's when I want you to. Does that...make sense?