"Maybe I like seeing you work," he retorts, except it doesn't... sound quite like he'd meant it to. He clears his throat. "I mean - right. A light. That's a good start."

Nailed it. Plus, his fluster definitely deflects from the notion of this magic crap. He knows damn well he'll have to figure it out eventually. He'll have to. If he wants to keep up, if he wants to be useful, carry out any kind of duty.

He takes her hand, though, hauling himself upright in time to follow her.

Always.