Figured it was something like that. Still, you don't gotta be so formal. Sticking together in times of crises and murder ups how close you are, I think. Special bonding time, or something. [ he will pause when she asks, resting a hand on his hip to watch her as she moves closer to it and crouches down. he's not sure what she's going to do... and honestly, he's not even sure what she's done even after she's done it.

some kind of magic? could have been. it's not like he's the most attuned to that kind of thing. ]

... That's a useful trick. How'd you do that?

[ come now, how could he not ask? though her quick look away does show that maybe she's not terribly proud of it. as long as it's not blood magic, though, he can't imagine what it'd be that would require some kind of shame along with it. ]

Not exactly something you see every day.