"Yours, not hers," she sighs, flipping her wings about her as the book is deposited onto his lap, draping them securely and crossing her arms after doing so. "Had a different blood spell been cast here, I would have sensed it."

"Explains more than it does not. But in due time, perhaps it is something we can work on." Spells can be changed, or broken. She would prefer the former over the latter, given it was done to aid him. And at least he seems well.