[ It is an entirely valid fear. He is not so powerful as he used to be; he has only lingering remnants of what had already been the dregs of his magic. It's been an odd little solidarity he's harbored quietly, that so many of their number are similarly defanged. He'd hoped, foolishly and in the full knowledge that this world is not kind... still, he'd hoped it might be an indication that this world would be simpler, so as to not need their power.

Instead, now, they have this. ]

When did this begin? Here in Trench, not at home?

[ Perhaps it's a mistranslation of ability, some aspect of her new self she has yet to unlock— but, oh. What she says next deepens the concern on his face, adds something slow and cautious to his voice. ]

That is an understandable mistake, though not a comfortable one to experience, I'm sure. Have the effects persisted?