It's wildly unfair that Rhy manages to make that wink come off as smooth instead of corny. Wilhelm doesn't know if he's supposed to laugh, or...let his curious mind wander over the implications of the word tricks. What happens is a little bit of both, a surprised chuckle popping out and a hasty halting of his thoughts before they plunge right into the gutter. A pinch of something like guilt, too, in his chest. A stab of loneliness splitting open a chasm somewhere.

All of which he drowns with a big gulp of ale, smooth and golden and frothy. He nods as Rhy concludes.

"I get what you mean." Tapping absent-mindedly at his mug, he lets his eyes sink into the foam on top. "Magic isn't even possible where I'm from, so...it doesn't feel like it should be mine to have, you know? Somebody else would be a better fit."

A sentiment that has shadowed him his whole life, not fitting into the spaces that have been carved for him, not shaped right for the role he's been shoved into. He lifts his gaze again.

"But I think you deserve it. You're a kind person, Rhy. So it's good that you have the power to really help others."