“Clever.” It's a statement of fact, impossible to discern whether or not Martel could be said to approve - Sebastian isn't telling him this to be praised for it but because it needs to be known, so he makes his observation and moves on, absorbing what he's being told without letting himself get bogged down or preoccupied. “Tell me the practicalities. You and I know better than to settle for the blank, shrugging 'it's magic'- what did it mean for you, to lose your ability? Is it blood, physicality, or as bound to soul as the rest of your tale?”