Aven hugs her in return, resting his chin on her shoulder as he nuzzles her head with his. "I won't die, Haky, I promise: and I'm a man of my word, remember?" He releases the embrace, performing a small half shrug, his expression whimsical. "Besides, to be frank, my magic is largely obsolete at this point: other than transmutations, there isn't really anything I can do with magic that I cannot perform better using dark matter." A small, rounded tendril of shadow rises from the water beside him, patting Hakon on the head. It feels squishy, like flesh. "A confession will only take away the magic I was born with, which, mind you, I cannot use in battle anyway when I'm fighting alongside you." He grins. "As a final reason, judging by how Artorias Frostmane, the Grandmaster of the Mordecai order, also uses biological abilities, there should be no reason for me to need to conceal my powers. I'll become much stronger in combat this way."
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