[There is a great deal about the Coven that doesn't match up with Myr's expectations and it makes him uneasy every time he comes across it.

He isn't made for sustained distrust, for distrust at all. He doesn't like it--and for now that disliking makes him set aside his worries.

he's got a very handsome friend to flirt with as a distraction, or...

He lets out a slow breath as Everett mentions experience.] A very little experience, but that's a point. And I can fight still, if it comes to it.

Doubt we'll need any gardening done, though.

[He does a mental inventory of his other skills: What even is he without his magic? Maker, what is he supposed to recreate himself as now?

This is going to get depressing again if he dwells on it too long.]