As Alastor spread himself into the space of the little cabin, looking by all accounts that he'd always belonged in that exact spot, Lotte wondered if she'd ever looked as at ease as he seemed to wherever he was. She'd felt possessive of this place, as her one bastion of safety from the world outside, but that was different than being comfortable. A state of mind, perhaps, but she wasn't entirely sure it was something that could be learned.
She'd asked about the blood more out of curiosity. What kinds of spells could use blood, what type of uses it could have in magic... whether it was things to do with her or not mattered less. At this point, she didn't think Alastor was likely to harm her.... though she did wonder about the reaction he'd had to her blood.
"Rather a boring answer, for how eager you were to get it." There wasn't any need to say more than that, she figured. A simple reminder that she knew the affect it had had on him was enough.
Lotte set a few journals, bursting at the seams with papers tucked into them and crude bookmarks, into the duffel bag as she considered his question. She had thought about it, not too much - she hadn't wanted to jinx herself, get her own hopes up.
"I suppose I imagined it to be something rather like how you get around. A portal of some kind? Opening up a door here, stepping through it there. That sort of thing. Though with you looking like that, I suppose we could go the old fashioned way. Straightforward, if not a bit disappointing."
She glanced back to him again, "I do have a broom if you'd prefer to fly," she joked.
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As Alastor spread himself into the space of the little cabin, looking by all accounts that he'd always belonged in that exact spot, Lotte wondered if she'd ever looked as at ease as he seemed to wherever he was. She'd felt possessive of this place, as her one bastion of safety from the world outside, but that was different than being comfortable. A state of mind, perhaps, but she wasn't entirely sure it was something that could be learned.
She'd asked about the blood more out of curiosity. What kinds of spells could use blood, what type of uses it could have in magic... whether it was things to do with her or not mattered less. At this point, she didn't think Alastor was likely to harm her.... though she did wonder about the reaction he'd had to her blood.
"Rather a boring answer, for how eager you were to get it." There wasn't any need to say more than that, she figured. A simple reminder that she knew the affect it had had on him was enough.
Lotte set a few journals, bursting at the seams with papers tucked into them and crude bookmarks, into the duffel bag as she considered his question. She had thought about it, not too much - she hadn't wanted to jinx herself, get her own hopes up.
"I suppose I imagined it to be something rather like how you get around. A portal of some kind? Opening up a door here, stepping through it there. That sort of thing. Though with you looking like that, I suppose we could go the old fashioned way. Straightforward, if not a bit disappointing."
She glanced back to him again, "I do have a broom if you'd prefer to fly," she joked.