Merrill frowned slightly, a worried crease over her brow. "It.. has to do with magic," she said, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. Magic--blood magic in particular--was despised in her world.
She probably shouldn't say! She was a bit worried he would kick her out. She wasn't sure Obi even knew. "In my dreams, I could use my blood--my life energy, I guess--to add power to my spells." Most blood mages used other people's blood, which is why they were so despised. Well, that and the way they'd made deals with demons to become blood mages. Merrill used her own blood, though.
"I just.. can't do that now," she said, touching her stomach. "It's not just my blood, now."