[Nod, nod.] Yeah, it's like...weaving the magic into it. [That was the easiest way to describe it. Because she couldn't learn the finer points of magic like casting. She could only feel it. But with that said, and the curtains sorted by weight. The fae was moving to the open kitchen. There weren't many walls in this cottage, all open-plan.]

It's different. Most people are... less than me back home. [She was...very buff. Even by the standards back home, her muscle was harder.] Is it hard to find clothes like that? [Then before he has time to answer she calls out from the taps.] Do you want a drink?