[Magic of some kind, yes. That is the best way he can describe it. Thomas is sensitive to the energies of this world, and though he cannot see directly into a person's soul the way Morgan can, there are other subtleties he can pick up on, almost innately.

So yes, magic. It rolls off of her in waves. And he finds it very, very lovely, if not utterly indescribable. He has no way of knowing what she is unless otherwise told, however.]

Mmm. [He seems to consider that, an exaggerated expression that would be faux if not for... how he is, right now.] Okay.

[Just "okay".]

I have been here the longest. More than any of them. [Is he proud of this? It's hard to tell.] If you have questions, or you want to go for a little walk, then I am your man.