He gave a slow, thoughtful nod, taking in her words. There was much to it for which he lacked context. Her world was not his. Magic, as she knew it, was not the concept that he had learned from the Apple. What he knew was how people reacted to such things - but he was ill-informed. And so he nodded, accepted, and decided to listen more before he spoke on such things again.

"I have lost a bit of myself upon arrival," he said instead. "An ability that I relied upon more than I thought. One that, even in my later years, never gave me bad guidance. I feel its loss - but as you say, I've arrived here once more able to hold a knife. It would not be the same for others, I agree."