[ He's holding his breath for a second as he reads her expression, trying to discern before the words leave her mouth whether she's going to turn him away - and then she doesn't. Kahlil bows his head in a half nod, striding away from the door to properly stand inside, keeping some meters between them when he stops. Even now invited in he senses the need to keep her interest... ]

Well, I don't have any enemies that I know of. It was those shields that got me thinking of learning personal protection. The ones they gave us to fight the fires outside of Nott. [ There's a wryness to his tone as he begins, but it evens out and fades as he continues. ]

It's only a matter of time before war reaches us again, or that we're asked to go fight in it ourselves. I can fight, but I can't exactly protect others if I can't protect myself first.

[ There's some debatable truth to that. His demeanor comes off earnest, though - he's being honest about meaning to protect people. He lets out a breath, shaking his head and raising an eyebrow. ]

So far I've only studied the history of magic in Abraxas. I've had training in curses and blessings, but most of what I know is... here they'd call it High Magic. It's not very reliable.

[ Like the Gray Space, his very purposeful omission. ]