As his arms carefully encircled her, Paige felt her strength give, buffeted by the real concern she sensed from him. She didn't know how she knew, but she didn't believe he was half as angry as his tone. Furthermore, she couldn't care. She hurt, and a headache was slicing through her skull. She remembered this, it was what happened when a student was overextended. When they'd done too much magic. She had been well-versed in them the first four years. "I'm already overextended." She replied softly, one hand rising to press against her temple. "Lords and ladies, my head..." She sighed, trying not to focus on the way he smelled.<br/><br/>"But I'm not gonna burn out." She added. She knew what she needed to do, and like it or not, if she didn't people were gonna start dying. "I need your word that you will not tell anyone this." She said, looking up to him with bleary eyes, her face pale, cheeks and ears colouring. She knew that if it got out how she regained magic, she would be doomed. They would keep her, and use her. They would break her. That she couldn't allow. As soon as she graduated, if she needed, she would run, but she had to have the opportunity. But she needed him, or at least someone in the village. But there was still the very real concern that they had been trapped.<br/><br/>Paige felt exhausted, embarrassed, frustrated, but also, she allowed herself to feel him, his arms around her, how warm he was, how he was beginning to smell like a man, again, instead of the sterile smell he kept at the Tower. She doubted even he would notice the way he began to smell a bit like spice. He smelled clean, and strong, and like a man should. And lords and ladies help her, Paige was letting it flare deep in her loins, and letting the way his voice ground out send shivers up her spine.