IC INBOX: HUGTOPIA.

[begguiling]

Heeeey, you've reached me, Magolor! Actually, you've reached my voicemail. You must be so disappointed. But don't worry, leave a message and I'm sure I'll call you back!

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[begguiling]

Hmm, really?

[He looks up at her upside-down. It's been obvious for a long time that Pyra is extremely skilled in . . . well, he has no idea of the extent of her knowledge. It seems to widen every time he finds out something new about her. But working together on something that closely will be entirely different again. Someone so intelligent, touching his work—what really stands out to Magolor is that he doesn't feel especially threatened by this or possessive of it for once. There's no competitive spirit in Pyra, about this kind of thing. There is one in Magolor, but the flame of it is quick to die around her straightforward, earnest need for help and desire to do things right, and learn from them.]

That'll probably come in handy. There's not much you can't do, huh? I'm impressed!