Not terribly powerful or flashy, and yet Lioriley seemed more than intrigued by the display, her eyes wide as the mage hand moved her glass, toyed with her hair - easing a giggle from her in response - and made her wonder how one might classify his abilities in terms she was familiar with. Illusions, probably, but only the Fae knew how to wield such magics. Were his people attuned to fae abilities? How interesting.

"Such a vast array of skills you have." She said, propping her cheek in her palm again, admiring him rather openly. "I am a mage myself - water and healing, named as Alchemy and Mending where I am from. I can form water, freeze it, manipulate it in as many ways as you might imagine. And I can heal wounds." Mending was...pretty self explanatory. "I could not fathom how to disarm a trap. You must have very dexterous fingers."

Why...why did she say that?