Joscelin returns the hug with enthusiasm. He doesn't like being touched, normally, but Ayumu is an exception. She makes him feel safe.

"It's the only magic I can do," he says again, feeling a little embarrassed by the sudden praise. "Because it relies on tone. I may be rubbish at borderlines, but I can sing."

He sighs, suddenly bone tired.

"Mistress...may we go home now?"