[It's totally a warranted face; if Lance slows down and thinks about the fact that talking about fighting alien cyborgs is a real thing that actually happened, it still sounds utterly crazy to him.
He's expecting a question about the magic, but he isn't expecting that question, and although Lance is doing a good job repressing everything that goes into dealing with finding himself in another world he can't help but feel that same tug. But it's dull, in a way, because it's familiar.
He considers, for just a moment, telling Ian the truth; that yes, it's like Kyna's magic, and that there's a reason for that. That he'd known a different version of her in Hadriel, and he misses that Kyna so much, and had to get used to losing her and then meeting this different version of her but now she's probably gone too.
But he doesn't. Instead he just nods, expression carefully blank and gaze flickering away as he finds a distraction that can also serve as a demonstration, pulling his necklace from under his shirt; it's simple, just a cord with a silver ring on it, but the ring is engraved with the phrase Sic Parvis Magna. He wonders briefly if Ian might know what the ring is, but doesn't wait to find out before touching the silver and, with a brief glance to make sure no one's paying them any special attention, concentrates.
The ring lights up with a soft golden glow, almost like a lantern, and despite everything else Lance manages another small smile.]
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He's expecting a question about the magic, but he isn't expecting that question, and although Lance is doing a good job repressing everything that goes into dealing with finding himself in another world he can't help but feel that same tug. But it's dull, in a way, because it's familiar.
He considers, for just a moment, telling Ian the truth; that yes, it's like Kyna's magic, and that there's a reason for that. That he'd known a different version of her in Hadriel, and he misses that Kyna so much, and had to get used to losing her and then meeting this different version of her but now she's probably gone too.
But he doesn't. Instead he just nods, expression carefully blank and gaze flickering away as he finds a distraction that can also serve as a demonstration, pulling his necklace from under his shirt; it's simple, just a cord with a silver ring on it, but the ring is engraved with the phrase Sic Parvis Magna. He wonders briefly if Ian might know what the ring is, but doesn't wait to find out before touching the silver and, with a brief glance to make sure no one's paying them any special attention, concentrates.
The ring lights up with a soft golden glow, almost like a lantern, and despite everything else Lance manages another small smile.]
Hey. I guess it does work.