Mayt would listen intently. "That was a fine explanation Sasha. I get what you mean, The limit to how much magic you can do varies based on what powers they use and them personally. It makes sense. And the more they push on that boundary, the bigger it gets." He smiles at her. "And that means I either have a heck of an energy pool or my magic is easy." He draws his sword, spinning it just to show off a little, before holding it out in his right hand. He focuses for a moment, and the blade edge starts to turn orange, like it was in a fire for a long time. "The most tired I've ever been from using magic, I had my sword like this for a few hours, to see how long I could do it. I figured a few hours is longer than I'd ever need to do that, and so I stopped. I was a tad sore the rest of the day though." He chuckles, and the blade returns to its normal color as he sheathes it.

"Of course, that makes sense, if I understand my magic right." He looks at her. "I'm using forces that already exist, just redirecting them. Like with the pebbles earlier, all I was doing was reflecting their motion back at them, causing it to negate itself and stop. And when I'm traveling I wear heavy clothes and just push the excess heat to surround my body instead of be in it. See?" He takes Sasha's hand in his own, and her arm feels very warm near his jacket and hand, but she can feel that both o the objects themselves are a regular temperature. "The only problem is, redirecting it doesn't always work immediately. And whatever it's trying to do happens anyway, like the pebbles hitting my head. I also can only do it in an immediate range of myself, but that's usually enough." He smiles again, and lets go of her hand, letting it fall back to his side. He then looks up from where he was holding her hand, and back up to her face.