He shrugs at that. "I guess he must. He keeps showing up when I'm trying to go to sleep, flopping on me like he's trying to be a blanket. But it's July, it's too hot for a blanket, even here." He grumbles a little as he cuts some more strips, doing his best to keep them even.

"A lot of things here don't seem to follow any sort or rules. Magic doesn't exist where I'm from, and it's not exactly an easy thing to wrap my head around." He hunches his shoulders, letting his hair fall in front of his face a little. "At least when something big happened on my world it had some sort of scientific explanation to it."

Quantum physics, or something like that. Something he doesn't have the math for yet, something that's beyond him. But he knows it's not magic, it's science. It has to be. The magic here must follow rules, too.