Daine grins at the little bat Eliot creates, lifting it carefully so she can show it to her friends, who swivel their ears towards it, all quivering curiosity.

"Makes sense, I suppose," she says. "Wild magic exists here, elsewise I'd be useless." That isn't entirely true -- she'd still be able to take animal shape -- but in a place like Darrow, that's the least useful of her abilities, more of a party trick than something she often uses to help anyone. "There's probably all kinds of other magic just... around," she continues with a flap of her free hand.

Granted, Eliot's the first mage she's ever met who seems to draw his magic from around himself and not within himself, but that doesn't mean he's taking what can't be spared. On a bit of a whim, she lets her focus turn inward, examining her own magic for any sign that it's been siphoned away. But nothing looks missing or diminished, and she blinks back up at Eliot. "You're not borrowing from me, at any rate. At least, I don't think so. I'd have to change my focus a bit and watch you do it to be sure." Brightening a little, she asks, "Should I? Maybe I can see where you're getting it from."

She sets Eliot's bat back down. "I'd have some tea," she agrees.