What was the purpose of these questions, she wondered. If it was always going to be this way, if they were never going to see one another again or write another letter or anything, then what did it matter what she did or if she was in pain? She bit back a sigh and forced her hands to move again.

Even with moving, she still didn't know how to answer his question. A simple yes would have sufficed, but it felt too curt. Rude, almost. As if she didn't want to talk (she didn't really). She could tell him she had been practicing it since the first spell taught to her in December and how she was able to accomplish basic tasks now with it. She could tell him she had a thought of going to find a tribal master to teach her. None felt right, though, for she couldn't reconcile why he had asked at all.

"Does it make a difference?" She asked before realizing what exactly had slipped past.