Atrius's brow furrowed as he watched her sketch. He had seen that symbol in all the churches and shrines he'd ever seben. "Yeah, that's the symbol of the gods..." Then he watched her write out her explanation. Magic? Magic didn't exist, well, not where mortals could see and use it. Magic was thing of the divine that they used to meddle with mortals. Magic is what probably caused the earthquake that started this whole things. He was less shocked and more confused. Because of that symbols ubiquity he hadn't bothered thinking about how a girl in some kind of crystal could know what that symbol was even though she didn't know what the gods were.<br/><br/>"Give me a moment..." He walked away from what she was writing, his head was throbbing with all the new information. He rubbed his temples. He paced for a few minutes before stopping. "Are you... can you do magic?" His own voice was full of disbelief. She wasn't a goddess. She couldn't be, why would the monk want her safe, gods don't bleed.<br/><br/>He was incredibly confused, but he turned the slate over so he could write out his question. "Do you know how to do magic?" When he gave the words form he remembered his wounds, how Alina had healed them. That had to be it. It was the only explanation. She had to be some kind of god, but that didn't make sense. There were no gods that walked among mortals. Atrius didn't know exactly what was going on, but he did know when something was beyond the scope and breadth of his understanding.<br/><br/>"What are you?" He fixed her  bright eyes with a stern, quizzical gaze.