<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">She stared down at her hands, slowly closing the notebook. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"I...."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to tell him about her insecurities, about how she'd been feeling lately like she was stagnating, chafing without her magic.  She didn't know how much longer she could take this and than to hear a story so similar to her own, one that ended with the death of the apprentice.... She'd been afraid. Terrified of his reaction to her questioning his decisions. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"I was afraid..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> her voice barely above a whisper.</span>