[gran might not have a plethora of magic abilities or extremely large weapons to wield, but damn, seeing through that sheepish grin is just about as disarming as an arrow to the chest. his facial expression changes from inquisitive to serious business as the other starts to lean over, just as he had done just a few moments ago.

only this time, hopefully a second copy of henry isn't about to appear out of nowhere and scare the both of them into the water.

he has one eye behind his shoulder, just in case.]

Are you a master mage? [which makes him somewhat sad, thinking of Io, wherever she is, without him to be there and keep watch over her.

well, maybe it's more... keeping watch over the crew and hoping she doesn't do anything to them. he gets a similar vibe from henry.]

I put my finger in it and it's still cold, even after I pulled it out. I wonder what would happen if someone went in there.