[She doesn't feel any of those things, and it's with a sigh that she gives a shake of her head.]
It could be your Small Science isn't compatible with Sabriel's charter magic.
[It's an interesting distinction for her to call it Sabriel's. It's not hers, not in the same sense that it is the young woman's. It's not a part of her the same way, even if she has a charter mark and is learning. For Clara, desperation to be useful has her spreading herself thin to try and learn too much. Her magic is unfocused and not as powerful as it could be if she dedicated herself to it.
Still, she calls upon the charter mark for fire. A small flame forms in her raised hand, going from orange to blue as she focuses on intensifying the heat. It's hard to tell if she's able to do it because of him, or because she's trying too hard to make herself seem capable.
In the end, the fire in her hand is sent outward in a warm burst, smothered as it lands in the sand. Even that's enough to drain her, Clara wobbling as she leans up against him for a moment of support.]
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It could be your Small Science isn't compatible with Sabriel's charter magic.
[It's an interesting distinction for her to call it Sabriel's. It's not hers, not in the same sense that it is the young woman's. It's not a part of her the same way, even if she has a charter mark and is learning. For Clara, desperation to be useful has her spreading herself thin to try and learn too much. Her magic is unfocused and not as powerful as it could be if she dedicated herself to it.
Still, she calls upon the charter mark for fire. A small flame forms in her raised hand, going from orange to blue as she focuses on intensifying the heat. It's hard to tell if she's able to do it because of him, or because she's trying too hard to make herself seem capable.
In the end, the fire in her hand is sent outward in a warm burst, smothered as it lands in the sand. Even that's enough to drain her, Clara wobbling as she leans up against him for a moment of support.]