[ It sounds like the place where Grey London is, from what Rhy understands of it. Not that Kell tells him much, but as the crown prince meant to inherit certain inter-world communications when he rose to the throne, he has been superficially educated on the matter. Then again, now that he knows dozens or more worlds exist beyond those he knew about already, he really has no idea. ]

Most worlds have magic, even if it's a little bit. Even if the people have forgotten it, and it's long dormant.

If magic is a fire, the worlds farther from it feel its warmth the least, but the fire still exists.

At least, that's how I learned it.

[ At her question, Rhy shrugs and glances away, taking another sip of his drink. ]

Most people can. But there are those who can't. They're rarely treated fairly for it. They tend to end up on the edges of society.