"I, uh... yeah," Taako says, and he tangles his fingers into his messy curls, glancing down at the grass for a beat. "I'm usually getting a rest right about now, but, uh, it wasn't working out, so I thought hey, why not get some fresh air?"

He plays it off; there's no reason to air out his issues for her, and it's none of her beeswax, anyway. He smirks tiredly at her, leaning his weight on his palms so that he can lean back a bit in the grass.

"But, y'know, I didn't realize I'd be intruding upon somebody's magic practice. Were you always a magic user, or is this stuff new for you?"