His stomach twists and he gets a shade paler as she warns him of things that he wishes he'd been aware of before now. There's nothing magical about him, he can't sense it the way Rosie might, but he thought that he'd been around it enough to see the signs. It wipes away any comfort he'd taken by staying out in the woods.

"That's good to know." How he wishes he could recall every meal he's had over the last several days. It's a terrible thing to second guess. He tries to be calm as he speaks, but he can't hide his concern. "Magic exists where I come from, but I haven't been many places where it's so widespread. Is it something in the land or the sorcerers here?"