Jones politely declines the cigarette—"I don't smoke, but thanks," she says. There's no judgment in it.
She runs a hand through her hair. "I'm surprised you can't see it," she says. "I thought you had, when we first spoke. Mages have sort of a sense for other creatures above and beyond those who Sleep, I guess. Well, and the magic sort of lingers, I suppose; as I see it you glow with a sort of inner, sparkling light. Though someone's tried to put it out. Unsuccessfully, I'd note."
A small smile. "It was something that, when I first Awakened—it was like I'd been blind and deaf my whole life and not known it, practically." She stops and thinks for a moment. "If you can't see it—would you like to?"
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She runs a hand through her hair. "I'm surprised you can't see it," she says. "I thought you had, when we first spoke. Mages have sort of a sense for other creatures above and beyond those who Sleep, I guess. Well, and the magic sort of lingers, I suppose; as I see it you glow with a sort of inner, sparkling light. Though someone's tried to put it out. Unsuccessfully, I'd note."
A small smile. "It was something that, when I first Awakened—it was like I'd been blind and deaf my whole life and not known it, practically." She stops and thinks for a moment. "If you can't see it—would you like to?"