At least she's obviously used to magic. The situation's confusing enough without having someone who'd side-eye him for being a conjurer (or just a sneaky mage: Nords have issues sometimes).
"I'd rather not." He gives a momentary grin that disappears as he takes her hand and focuses. Tuning in to the magic around her isn't hard. Her own power does feel strange, as if it's strongly aligned in some direction he doesn't recognise. He gives it a light nudge out of curiosity, but he's looking for something more familiar: the echoes of rifting space and binding, warping energy - and perhaps the alien touch of a power from outside this realm.
Which, frankly, there is in spades. Because although she doesn't ring as discordant as a daedra, there's still something distinctly misplaced about the woman herself. And the more he probes the remains of the teleport, the more it sinks in what kind of power must have gone into it. His frown of concentration just gets deeper. "Uh..."
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"I'd rather not." He gives a momentary grin that disappears as he takes her hand and focuses. Tuning in to the magic around her isn't hard. Her own power does feel strange, as if it's strongly aligned in some direction he doesn't recognise. He gives it a light nudge out of curiosity, but he's looking for something more familiar: the echoes of rifting space and binding, warping energy - and perhaps the alien touch of a power from outside this realm.
Which, frankly, there is in spades. Because although she doesn't ring as discordant as a daedra, there's still something distinctly misplaced about the woman herself. And the more he probes the remains of the teleport, the more it sinks in what kind of power must have gone into it. His frown of concentration just gets deeper. "Uh..."