[ Percival stays silent for a long moment. She's said everything eloquently enough, much more eloquently than he could have, so he doesn't know what to follow with.

This is awkward.

She's also much too understanding of the circumstances, which is both relieving and worrying.

He takes a long sip of his tea, finding that it doesn't taste like very much at all, and gives her a very small smile. ]

We should be very careful in the future. There's no telling what the limits of such magic are, and it's very possible anything we consume or are exposed to could prove problematic.

Thank you for understanding, Lady Clair.