Taking the rose back, she laid it against her left arm where it had sat before. She watched as, like in the Over World, it slowly sank back into her skin and wrapped itself around her arm. Mentally she told it to stay put from now on. She liked it there, and if if eventually she turned into her own form of Magick like she had the others, it would always remind her of the Shadow Walkeer she was coming to care about. She looked to Lugoj and lifted a shoulder slightly. “Mayhap. My Magicks have learned to get along.” She looked back down at the rose. “In time this too will find its place.”<br/><br/>Her eyes cut to him as he brought them back to his questions before she had moved away from him. They then dropped back down to the rose and she sighed. Her hand moved and a finger lightly tracked along the rose. Everywhere it touched would change to that cerulean colour then fade back to the pale blue a second after passing over.<br/><br/>She thought on how she reacted to his touch. She really had no clue as to why. She had never experienced such a thing with anyone. She turned over every sensation, every strange feeling that was provoked in her. How her mind seemed to cloud and it was hard to think. The sensations weren’t unpleasant, they were actually nice, in fact. But, being one who was always in control of herself, she found the clouding of her mind uncomfortable. That was the only part of the whole experience she found unpleasant though.<br/><br/>Finally, she answered him, hedging a bit. “I do not know. I have never experienced such a thing, and have nothing to compare it too.” She stopped as the memory of his touch ghosted her skin again and she had to swallow hard. Her arms flew back into their odd hold and she backed up involuntarily as she realized she wanted to actually feel his touch again, bumping into the wall.