Fisher resisted the urge to pat his shoulder again. “Brave boy! But there is no need to confess heart or minds today, I think. This is only a cursory talk - like a doctor’s visit, ja? Or a trip to the mechanic’s.”
The casual tone was somewhat ruined by Fisher hoisting out her box of tools from where it had hiding under the table.
Every single Enchanter in Fisher's family carried around their "kit" in the same way other people carried a wallet or remembered to put on socks. The equivalent of magical pochade box, the kits contained the basic pallet needed to analyze and record a target's - er, client’s energy or a vessel's scope. Fisher had built her first kit when she was six and had consequently rebuilt every new version since by including some piece of the old.
The kit’s lock - a deceptively plain looking number - opened at touch. Lifting the lid released a puff of white musk, bringing to mind the scent of dryer sheets or clean laundry.
“Do you sleep well after you summon?” she asked. “No special tiredness, odd dreams? Or no dreams, maybe?”
OOC: Aaaand now it's my turn to apologize for the lateness. >_