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Quentin is stretched out on a couch eating a sandwich as he reads a book with a cover that's artistic and its not clear what the title is.

His almost bronze hair is a little messy since he came in not long after waking up and sometimes he needs a break from the house.

Every day, he wonders how Toby will be when she gets up and here he can rest before trying to help her.

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"Napping or working? Inquiring elvish minds want to know."

Ysalwen drops down to sit beside him, Liranan stretching out on the floor along the couch. (If she has to shove his feet around, she will.)

"Sometimes it can be hard to tell the difference."

He moves his feet for her and finishes his sandwich in a few bites before reaching down to scritch Liranan, "Neither, just reading though a nap could be nice."

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"You and your 'books for entertainment'."

She's still grinning, though.

"I despair, I really do."

"I study and pay attention to magic theory. At the moment, I'm enjoying a good book. I don't see you carrying any books,"

Which is new, usually she's got one or two or piles.

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"I am only doing practical work today."

Her lips twitch, though, just a little.

"Try to hold back on your shock and awe."

"Like what?"

His practical work usually involves crafting illusions or sword practice though lately most of his time has been spent unpacking the house and worrying about Toby.

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"Blowing things up."

And testing the feel of death in Milliways. It's -- weird.

"With what and where? I know there's a firing range out back somewhere."

"Magic."

Her smile is crooked.

"And the firing range isn't terrible. I'll give it that. The forest, too. Though I do a different sort of work in there."

He rolls his eyes at her, "I figured that part but how? Do they just explode or are you doing something else?"

"Explode might be relative."

Her smile goes sharp.

"Have you ever seen a firestorm?"

"I've seen a car explode with a bomb in it, that had a lot of fire."

"A bomb isn't quite the same. Nor is gaatlok, for what that's worth."

"Oh, okay, this is more lots and lots of fire?"

"So much fire."

So, so so much fire.

"And you can control it? That's impressive," No one he knows is really able to manage fire. There was a time when the Fae were burned so they tend to avoid it unless they're trolls.

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"I can control a lot of things. I have to, or it's too dangerous to have me around."

The same is true of any mage, to a greater or lesser degree. Usually lesser. (Not always.)

"Oh, but you're in charge of people so you're good at control."

"I'm good at command because I have a light touch."

She smiles, quick and crooked.

"I'm good at control because I have a lot of practice. Most of it with myself."

"I get it, but still you were put in command or chose command, also a skill. Everything needs practice."

"Have you never found circumstances to be a bitch?"

Her mouth quirks.

"I got lucky. That I had a talent for what I was called to do, I mean."

"Yes, all the time. That car blowing up was one of them, that was the same job where I was shot."

"Are all of your jobs like that one? Because if so, I think I can relate."

"Yes, the dangers differ, sometimes its more about bleeding or even iron, actually with Toby, lots of blood is always involved. But Toby has a talent for finding and helping people and I help her."

"Every time you talk about blood like that, it gets more unnerving. You'd think it would become less so, but -- no. More."

If she sounds faintly apologetic, that's largely because he is her friend, and the magic in his world is different than hers.

But the way her world uses blood magic is almost uniformly horrible. (It doesn't have to be, but people make the wrong choices all the damn time.)