The black-haired man in a wheelchair sat there, his head turned towards Lady DeVespe while his body and chair faced the open sea. Fully unmoving.

	"[color=fdc68a]Woman, you look [i]constantly[/i] worried. I wish I could know how grave your situation is but you don't seem to want to tell anybody.[/color]"

	A pause.

	"[color=fdc68a]Would you happen to have abilities that could be described as beyond the physical limits of man? What's your-- How's-- Do you do magic? That's how you pop the question, right? I don't often talk to the magically-inclined.[/color]"

	[@spiral origin]