[Kyna, by contrast, tenses up, shoulders hunching. She has no idea how to describe herself without starting with magic first. She has no idea who she's supposed to be without it. What he's saying sounds both impossible and terrifyingly probable.
She wrestles with it for a moment, struggles to think of a response. No option she can come up with feels fitting, and she crosses her arms almost protectively.]
no subject
She wrestles with it for a moment, struggles to think of a response. No option she can come up with feels fitting, and she crosses her arms almost protectively.]
...What did you find out?