"So what you're telling us overall, is that our covens aren't merely tolerated here, for now. But that you expect us to be even more load-bearing to whatever sort of safety we can carve out of Vossden here."
Webber said all of it very slowly, as if attempting to lay each word of his assertion down like stones without gaps. I knew either one of them would say it, or I would have to. My ability to allow others to be optimally warm, no matter what temperature around them, really will change a lot.
But it means nothing without their cooperation. It means nothing if the people with magic that enable the not-magic find our side less appealing than seeking out another Chosen.
"Yes. You are as essential as I am, if not more considering your other practical skills. If you'd like to think of me in terms of your magic, I am more like a conduit for a spell. One that provides no benefit to anyone else on her own."
