"I don't think that's your fault," Sol says, crouched by the garden, amicable; even if all he does is listen, which might well be how it works out if their magic is incompatible (he'd prefer 'mage' to 'wizard', the latter being something he could probably never call himself with a straight face - and neither of them most of the time, while he's still officially Just The Lawyer), he's glad to do it. He feels like he can see what Sebastian needs, but it's not entirely up to him whether or not he can provide it, or how. "Why don't we start with how it is for you? How it started, how you've experienced it. Walk me through it."