( She's fine with the silence; it must be something important and that he normally has to hide, if he's taking his time with an answer. Wings know she's done the same thing, so she doesn't mind—it makes the answer, when it comes, more interesting to her.

She thinks it might be magic, maybe. It exists in her City—why not other places? A lot can be explained by technology, but science, but certainly there's things that aren't exactly... )

You must have a good memory, too. ( She's slowly getting rid of hers and she can't wait to be free. ) What else can you do?

( ...Ah— )

Though if it'd be too revealing for you, you don't need to indulge my curiosity. ( A tactful aside for his lull. ) I find I'm quite missing my own abilities lately, so I'm fascinated by others'.