[ Despite his personal feelings on the validity of magic, there's still something remarkable about the sudden heat that floods the room through that one motion, the change in atmosphere that Iona can elicit with the barest hint of a gesture. He's only ever really seen Iona use her magic to create comfort and to fill a space with familiar scents; he idly wonders if she can destroy just as easily, just as efficiently. If she has that capability in her, regardless of whether or not she chooses to draw on it.
(Yes, he knows she can punch her way through walls, but he's speaking in a less... punch-y sense.)
Setting his papers and blueprints down, he tries to unravel the thread of this conversation. ]
So you're saying that his devotion to you is a choice, and not because of what he was made to be?
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(Yes, he knows she can punch her way through walls, but he's speaking in a less... punch-y sense.)
Setting his papers and blueprints down, he tries to unravel the thread of this conversation. ]
So you're saying that his devotion to you is a choice, and not because of what he was made to be?