Jaskier blinks. He's heard the term? Well, he supposes it's not that bizarre a concept for magic... though he only knows his own people to use it so fluently. He understands the gist, though. They are all the same force, even if they are wielded or created differently.

"The one power. Interesting."

He steps back, nodding, taking in the humble man with the mighty theorbo. Yes. It's a good match, and he's holding her well. Gentle, like one would hold a lover, long fingers curled over her neck.

"A rather fascinating array of chaos. I can do a bit of water myself, but it's only its creation. Perhaps a handful at most." He certainly doesn't sound as impressed with himself as when he discusses his birds -- the latest of which has taken flight and exploded into a small shower of sparks. "Speaking of reading, as I said -- can you read? At all?"