Corrin’s sudden burst of passion startles Leslie. There is a small part of Leslie that wants to scold herself now for thinking the opposite to what she’d been scolding herself for before, but, even as self-critical Leslie is, she can tell that isn’t what Corrin means. She thinks the actual meaning is very wise and something she wants to remember.

“Thank you — Corrin.”

She nearly called her “Lady Corrin” without thinking: not because of their respective statuses, but out of a burst of even higher respect than usual. But she doesn’t think Corrin would appreciate her using a title for her, so she swallows that part.

“I knew that magic was different between people here, but...I guess that, as different as Aefenglom’s magic is from the kind in my world, the applications aren’t so different, so I didn’t think what it might be like for other people. The magical technology here must have been difficult to get used to, then. Were you a magician back in your world, too?”