[ this doesn't feel right, and she finds herself a little uncomfortable, but then there's understanding too; it's a shared feeling, that need to feel stronger, to fight against the very thing that hopes to tear you apart.

ironic, really, that after all that fight, it's simply led them here. ]

Oh. Right, of course. [ she looks at the pencil, taking another moment before she slows points it against the paper, writing slowly as she falls distracted with her thought. ] I did that too. [ she says quietly, before her hand pauses again, her eyes gazing up. ] Learned magic. For protection. Though, I guess in my case, it hadn't exactly been on purpose. Not entirely. But sometimes — sometimes, it's all you have to stay alive.