She hesitates slightly again, a small furrow between her eyebrows, because she's never really had to think about where magick comes from. It just is. Everywhere. In trees and mist and blood. In the living and the spirits of the dead. In the hearts of planets and stars. There is no beginning to it and no end. Magick is infinite.

"There's no... taking. The energy used for magick is not so limited," she explains. "I reshape it for my use, but that is like shifting just one grain of sand. The desert does not notice it."

She pauses, her gaze sweeping over the other woman, and she adds neutrally, "You are very curious."