[Perell peeked out of the blanket, all nose and glasses, to glower at Vyng's indignation. Spirit stuff was completely cheating. Befriending everyone and everything took away from the sheer depth of calculations and study all Wizards needed to undertake to refine their craft.]

Whatever happened in that tower cut me off from my magic.

[A beat.]

I'm alive. I have my body.

I can't help if there's any problems..

And, the Pthumerians or something thought it would be funny for me to not have any magic here, either!