"There was nothing mundane about their 'job'." Mayt mutters a Sasha speaks, looking downcast for a moment. He fidgets with his blade and looks up at the sky, looking for clouds. He was glad it had been a nice day so far, weather wise at least. He didn't have to worry about if it was hot, he simply displaced the excess heat into the air immediately around his body, or, should he be fighting, around his blade. He looks back at her as she keeps talking.

He was about to pull her so that she didn't run into the tree when she stopped and avoided it, and he gave her a kind of meek look and glances in front of him to make sure he doesn't run into anything, before looking back. He listens calmly as she talks, and doesn't say anything more for a few moments after she stops, contemplating. It's almost a full minute and a half before he says. "Yeah, I'll ask the Guild Master when I get a chance." He breathes out slowly, and clasps his hands. looking kind of tired now, like he's just done too much lately.

He puts on a neutral face as they continue walking, not really saying anything. He twiddles his thumbs a little, and occasionally fidgets with his sword. He looks about the area, it's kind of obvious he doesn't really know where to take the conversation now. After a few moments he speaks, albeit somewhat quietly. "So, what's the job description?" He looks over at her hands. Then blinks, and looks up at her face. "Wait, better question, how can you tell how much magic you can exert at a time?" The question seems to come out of nowhere, but it is a sensible one.