[Eridanus frowns as he pulls his hand away and turns his attention to his claws. He hasn't felt magic in months, neither the dormant traces of it or other. What did it feel like, when he was young and inexperienced? Did he have to concentrate? At what point had it become so effortless, or had it always been that way? His opalescent fingers flex and curl into a fist, and he exhales.]

I think it will be a surprise for me too, I... even though I was a magister before, I cannot remember what it feels like to conjure magic with effort. It has always been so simple for me... Yet even now, when I think about it, nothing happens. Perhaps my body is not ready for it yet.

[There's a melancholy to his guttural voice, as he turns to look at Peace once more. He manages to pull a smile across his features and settles his hands into his lap.]

Just knowing about it is some comfort, though. Thank you, Miss.