It still looked pretty impressive to Sam. Magic or no. But she figured there was no point to saying it. Either he already knew and was just demonstrating. Or it would just be a grain of salt in the wound.

Fuck, if she could ever twirl a staff that fast, she'd be fucking thrilled.

Of course, that was one advantage she had over pretty much everyone else. She had nothing but time.

At least, she assumed so. She'd shown signs of aging in her first year of being a prisoner. But since then, they'd stopped. Since they made her a vampire again.

"Sorry," she sighed, trying to focus on him and forget about her issues. "That's pretty much all I got. But. Sorry."