It wasn't a particularly inclusive process, inspecting something's magical signature. Felixa was not particularly trying to ignore Marek, but he had asked for her help on the quill, and she needed her entire mind for that. He was, conversation was, a bit of a distraction. So she concentrated, which showed little habits of hers. They were small things, the way the muscles in her neck tensed and the way her arms went perfectly still except for what movement she needed. And as her focus got strong, the witch began to bite down on her lower lip.
At last she touched the quill again, feeling it in her hands, gently within her open hands. Most of the charms had been easy enough to recognize in regards to what Marek said they did. Felixa knew charms similar to most of them, though she found it quite intriguing that even the spell against getting lost was slightly different than she was used to in a quill.
"Not getting lost is easy enough, as it won't interact with anything else," Felixa told him without looking up, "The dictation is a bit trickier," she continued, starting to look up, "There are remnants of a few different spells, and they are all variants of what I know. But I am uncertain of the exact effect of adding the spells in different orders." She made a face that vaguely resembled a pout, though it was more frustration with herself. Well-charmed as it had been, the quill wasn't that difficult of magic. She just hadn't much experience with this exact issue.