He's about to explain to her the many dangers of magic, all magic, when she changes the subject. Some small part of him settles at her agreement on her needing a tutor. The rest of him despairs faintly at her berating herself so readily.

"Rash, impatient and stubborn are three of my sister's finest qualities," Viatorus comments with a small smile. The books finally catch his eye and he bends down, picks one up, before standing again. "And she's the family favourite."

"Besides, yesterday you couldn't do magic at all. Now you're doing it. And in a multiversal space on top of it all, which I bet you didn't imagine existed when you were younger. Never say never," he tells her, waving the book at her gently before it gets a closer inspection. And it's back to frowning. "... Did you burn this?"