He shook his head, "No, no attack classes. It isn't productive for you, your strength lies in magic..." He eyed the blood bag and the tube running into her arm. "I'm sure you've discovered by now that you have to feed like a Moroi but you don't have the fangs for it or the biology it would take to metabolize it into your system in the way the Moroi do. That's why you need the transfusions... and why you can use magic in the first place." He shook his head, "So even if I found a rune that would allow me to block you from your magic you'd still never be a normal Dhampir, you would still be weaker and you'd still need the transfusions because your blood is breaking down over time."

He rubbed the back of his neck, "AND if you can learn to use your magic correctly it is possible the Moroi might eventually accept you... Especially since the Queen thinks learning to hone your magic could help other Spirit Users and the Shadow Kissed without eliminating their bond."

He was talking far more than he usually did but it was because he was thinking aloud and also because giving her hope was the fastest way to get her to cooperate with his lessons... As she asked him why she could feel nothing he momentarily seemed puzzled as well. He went over the possibilities in his head and settled on the only one that made sense. "My runes... they're probably blocking your abilities." He could explain in more depth but there was no reason to for the time being. Moroi didn't need runes, they channeled magic on their own... their magic was self contained. There was no reason to teach the Moroi, or the Dhampirs, how to do such things... It would be dangerous, make them far too strong and then the Witches would have no way to contain them. Dhampirs would be forced to use their own energy because only Moroi and Witches could tap into nature itself... then there would be quite a few dead Dhampirs.

He glanced at the curtain as Clem addressed Dylan, "You can sense her from a distance then? How far? I need you clear right now, I'm studying how your magic fluctuates naturally, if anyone is too close and is influencing you then the information I'll get will be wrong."

He stood and pushed the curtain back, taking in the girl on the other side... Moroi, but sturdier, the one he'd seen earlier. "I need you to leave."

Dylan frowned, a bit of anger slipping through her. "Excuse me? She's my friend, I'm not leaving her alone with you."

He arched a brow, "I'm here to help her, do you want to hold her back? If not, I suggest you leave."

Dylan stiffened, "How are you going to help her exactly, because frankly she has been poked with enough needles for one lifetime."

He lifted his hands, "I have needles? Do you mind telling me where I'm keeping them, I'm not sure I can recall."

Dylan grimaced, "Smartass."