Cyrus turns back to the counter, while I gulp, deciding to take my place in front of the desk. We start chatting. Well, my mentor talks to me, while I try my best to respond in a normal way. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to notice how badly I’m trying to keep myself under control.
He brings two cups of coffee towards the desk, placing one in front of me, while keeping his hands warm on the other one. As he sits down, I furrow my eyebrows in worry. “Are you feeling cold?” I want to know.
His first response is a small smile. But then, he places the cup in front of him, shrugging. “I was sleeping a few minutes ago. Me being cold is nothing weird. It’ll pass. Tell me now, did you have any other ... accidents with wordless magic since we last talked about it?” he asks.
I shake my head, then pause
