[Kylo, quite unaccustomed to having his own face available for reading, isn't making much if any effort to hide his own interest in Yennefer— her attitudes and indeed her power. He's an intensely curious being himself.

He acknowledges Ronan's glance, a barely perceptible flicker in the weight of his attention that somehow forms enough of a bridge for communication without a word being said.]

We call it the Force, where I am from. I was born with a sensitivity to it. An ability to reach it. The rest is... refinement.

[His head tilts slightly.]

Is it different? For you. The magic here.