[He does not see the distinction right now, really. Minus the infection part. And the turning against her will at the whim of the moon phases or something. Wait, is that part true? He's forgotten, actually. Ah. Geralt would be so disappointed in him.

Oh. If the magic man could do it. Huh. Is it... contagious? Well. She did say she was turning into something like him.

His mind spins between what she's told him, elaborated on, and what she hasn't. The differences between their spheres. It's a lot for someone who's still rather drunk.]

Ah. They did warn us during the Dimming that magic would not be the same as it was usually. [He relaxes a little. At least it hadn't frightened anyone else, either. He knew what that kind of scare could lead to. Angry mobs. Pitchforks. Perhaps it's different in Nott than it was in Cadens, though.]

I'm glad it worked out, at any rate. [He rubs his fingers together. Gods, he really wants to see. To be honest.] Something similar happened when I found out I could control plants. I was... I was taking a bath, and I had a -- a stressful thought, you might say, and the entire tub sort of. Exploded into flowers.

[It was a little embarrassing, but when he thinks of it now, it does bring a smile to his face.] Saying it, it's nothing like turning into a bloody wolf, is it?