"Yes, that..." Jones has caught the gist of it; she's had enough pagan friends to extrapolate to the logical conclusion, as much as her face is studiedly blank. There's just a lot of her head noting that it would really be easier not to deal with it at this moment in time. But, then again, when is it ever going to get easier?

And she really does like Sebastian. She owes it to him to consider it thoughtfully, doesn't she?

"I..." Jones takes a deep breath. "I think I'll... I'm going to need a little bit of time to think about this, honestly." She runs a hand through her hair, a million thoughts tossed back and forth in her mind.

(Does she wish he'd told her about this first? Yes. Would she have been more hesitant about seeing him officially if he had? ...probably. If she lost her magic, would she do this to get it back? —this and more, probably. So can she judge?)

She twirls a finger through a stray lock of hair, looking down at her feet. "It's a lot, I guess, to think about. And, um... it's not just you, some of it, I think, is me. There's been a lot of changes to process since I've gotten here, coming from what amounts to about sixty or seventy years in the past, and the world's so different." Her hands twist nervously in her lap.