A grin flickered over Hawa's face--his eyes seemed to glint, pleased. "There you go," he hummed as he watched the magic build, felt it more than saw. "Interesting. So you can do it." The sphere above his own palm died down, wisps of air becoming visible no more.

He decided he'd just leave that magic of his with Patrick--it was only a small fragment, and maybe he could make use of it, if he didn't use it all at once.