Sabine still didn't mind that both she and Peiter were probably both physically uncomfortable being so close due to the heat, but she kept her arms to herself rather than wrap one or both around him. She found her breathing steadying in short order as she closed her eyes and kept her head against his.

"I started when I was six," Sabine recounted in a murmur, "My instructor was strict. I had to learn a lot before I was even allowed to try channelling a spell." Sabine brought her hands in front of herself and cast a small light spell, like she had been teaching Peiter to do, but effortlessly. "It took a week to make a light like this, but I was taught every day without any free time. I was lucky, though. Some girls took over a month to get it right." Sabine let the light wink out of existence and her hands lowered. "You are lucky, too. I will not hit your fingers with a stick every time you make a mistake."

It was hard to tell by her reminiscent tone, but Sabine intended humour with her last comment. Her smile was out of Peiter's sight.

"Lorag probably does worse things teaching you, but he knows that he is helping. Stinging fingers do not help with magic," Sabine added, flexing her own sore fingers.