"Hm. So in that way, you could work magic all day, with it returning to you?"

That's an interesting idea. Magic that gradually comes back. Fortescue's never experienced that. She visibly grimaces as more weight settles against the door, and the wall groans, but things seem stable. For now.

"When my magic is gone, it's gone until I sleep. And if I overtax myself, I get the migraine of a century," she says, with a quiet laugh. The idea of magic belts and rings is also interesting. Most magic-infused clothing back home is just for show, and does something visually interesting. "...this plant really wanted to have a snack, didn't it."