[wow how rude, to think myr would be passionately interested in why his magic had vanished to the point he'd keep bothering the coven about it.

(he totally had.)]

Not a word, [he says through a sigh,] or rather not any new words. There's certainly interest in how we came to be here but it's--understandably--not the most pressing thing on their minds right now.

What I'd not give to avail myself of their library, [with the barest note of bitter sadness.] Even if it's not yielded much to anyone yet on why we're here.

[he'd at least feel like research into his own fate was more in his hands, rather than having to rely on people who rarely had time to spare.]