Brahgo actually yelped--albeit quietly--as he felt Jax tugging his arm. He glanced down at the other boy with an arched brow, then frowned. He felt...something, but whatever it was, it was clear that Jax could feel it more strongly.
Not for the first time, he felt a flash of frustration that his own magic didn't seem to extend beyond shapeshifting. He could feel tensions and shifts of power in the air, but only vaguely, and even then they typically had to be pretty strong for him to feel them at all.
Oh. Which meant...
He looked back to Laeni, who was blushing and ducking her eyes again. No. The kitten? Really? Huh.
For her part, Laeni started back a bit, then just stared at them. Well, at Jax. Jaxius. This boy who didn't know her, or know what she could do--what she had done, and had just...
That had been him, hadn't it? She'd felt something dragging at--at what felt like the edges of her, whatever that meant. She couldn't properly describe it, let alone explain it. And it seemed like Brahgo was just as confused as she was, looking back and forth between the two of them, so he hadn't done...whatever that was.
Rey pressed into her hip and she stammered an automatic, "I, um..." She looked down at the paper she held, taking a moment to actually focus enough to read it. "I--something called Introduction to the Healing Arts?" She shrugged; when she'd first arrived at Wyrdwood with a letter from her parents explaining who she was and what had happened--along with a note from some professor here called Idara Something, apparently as a favor to her father--the magister she'd spoken to had simply told her they would enroll her in a handful of life magic classes in an effort to determine just what exactly she could do.