At the entrance of the parlor, Seth stops as a lone wand rolled to a stop before him, taps the tip of his shoe almost in an uncertain manner. Seth picked it up, fingers gentle around the delicate wood, and carried to Daphne, laying it down on the table beside her.
Carefully, as if not to spook her, Seth touched the curve of Daphne's shoulder, "Hey." And suddenly he did not know what to say. Seth could only imagine how alien it must feel to not have any magic, being pureblooded and therefore born without the knowledge. Must be like losing a limb, or something.
Seth had always known Daphne to be quite resilient. Strong, even. She did date him, after all. This new found fragility was... well, fragile.