"Just the one," she admitted. "And it was more...broad strokes and a few details. I remember you felt...indignant. Probably something I said."
The goosebumps returned, and the hair on her arms stood on end. Issac's magic felt like licking a 9-volt battery, or at least that's what she thought. "Could he handle it, do you think?" she asked, a small sigh escaping. "Poor dear might get in over his head."