Listening to BrĂ talk about her hair, Xavier reached over and gently sproinged a curl of it. "I like it, I think it suits you," he said, a little smile spreading across his features. "I get that, though, wanting something other than what you have."
He murmured a quiet thanks when she refilled his tea, and cleared his throat softly before trying to answer. "Well, it's different than anything they're used to, so that's not easy. I think the hardest part is marrying it with our faith, where magic or anything even close it is doesn't have a place. So they've had to accept that it's a part of me alongside that, if that makes any sense."