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((He's still in the form of smoke, hovering between her feet as she walks.))

With a long, slow chuckle, Toto responds, "While I appreciate the sentiment madam, when you are born capable of living thousands of years, it is quite impossible to create meaningful relationships with creatures who will die in what seems to be the blink of an eye. If myself or a fellow Djinn were to attempt becoming friends with every master we ever serve, our existence would be one of constant heartbreak. It is wiser to maintain some level of emotional distance. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to continue speaking as I have been, Miss Rebekah. As to the totem, the backpack will do for now. While you make your way to your first class, I will retire to my totem and rest. If you have any need for me, I am but a word away."

With that, the smoke slowly crawls up Rebekah's legs and makes its way to her back pack. After searching for a few moments, Toto finds a hole in the zipper and all at once, the smoke disappears into the bag, swirling into hiding.