The petite girl settles in next to the magician, legs outstretched. She attempts to hide it, but is at least a little relieved to not be dismissed outright. It was not that long ago that she didn't care what other people thought about her, but this world has done much to let her know she is not at the height of power she was accustomed to. Feeling a little more vulnerable then normal had slowly begun chipping away at her stubbornness and general surly attitude.

"You know that many spells?" Again, she seems impressed. "I really only know three kinds of magic, and none of them allow me do anything like you did." She raises a finger, a little orb of purple light forming at its tip. She casually flicks it into the air, where it explodes in a flash of light. "That is one of them. Of course when I have to defend myself, it tends to be a little less cute."

Her mood seems to sour nearly instantly. "Not that it did me any good in Venera. Do you remember what I told you before? I refuse to be powerless, and that.....thing, it did just that. It made me remember things I didn't want to. I probably would have never made it back if I hadn't been found by someone."

A scowl touches her face. "I hate it. I didn't see whatever it was, but I want to kill it. To watch the life fade from...." She cuts herself before saying a word she hadn't had much use for in her life. "...Sorry. I'm probably being annoying, aren't I? You just wanted to rest, and here I am making it so you can't."