[Shyly he returns the embrace, still far too excited to let himself feel embarrassed about it; he doesn't even tense up as her hands touch upon his back. She'd told him to try doing that more, so... here he is! Trying it! She's much stronger than she looks, and he can't help his breathlessness as she draws back, still too overwhelmed by all of this to wrestle internally with his own reservations. He allows his hands to be swung, leaning back and forth on his heels and feeling a bit like a kid again.]

You'd have doubts too if you watched me train back home. I haven't even come close to managing this for years. What did you... [He hesitates, a sliver of his excitement shifting instead to confusion and curiosity as his brows furrow.] What did you do? I could feel it- it was doing something with my magic. It was... different.

[Not bad, obviously. He certainly can't argue with the results. But he's never experienced different kinds of magic weaving together like that. In his world there is no other magic- not good kinds, anyway.]