[he shakes his head. no, water wouldn't mix well with thirium at all. all of the emotions on her face are being scanned constantly. the smile, whether it reaches her eyes or not. any other expressions that would seem unnoticeable or hidden, he's looking at her so carefully.
not often is he asked what he's thinking - he's thinking about too many things. belatedly he offers a gentle smile in return.]
I'm thinking that magic doesn't make sense, and I don't think I'll ever be able to fully comprehend it.
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not often is he asked what he's thinking - he's thinking about too many things. belatedly he offers a gentle smile in return.]
I'm thinking that magic doesn't make sense, and I don't think I'll ever be able to fully comprehend it.