It's funny having to get used to something that's part of you, Ilde observes, of magic - she never had any prior experience because she never knew it was there and she trips over her own figurative feet sometimes, trying to run before she can walk because it feels like she should be able to do more than she actually can. It's a question of knowledge and not power, and she has more of the latter than the former. Mystical puberty. Except I turned twenty-two in December. Is it like that for you?