With a proud grin, because damnit, she was still a novice and she was damn good, Emma tucked her hair behind her ears, grabbing one of the mugs and pouring herself a coffee before offering it to Gretel.
"I get tired, eventually, but little things, they don't seem to be much of a problem. The focusing is the hardest part." The stress of getting the hand gun had been the hardest part when Jefferson's body hi-jacker had held scissors to her throat, and she'd only really missed by like a foot. "I mean, I've only just learned how, so, I sorta guess I'll get even stronger in time? With some practice and a little time, I guess it'll be no problem."
Not to mention some guidance, from say an ancient book of mystical white magic?
"And my novice status is sort of why I'm a, a little stand-offish about doing magic, and b, a little unsure of just what my magic could do." Like help Jefferson out of his deep dark black hole of depression.