[She thinks about what he says, mulling it over with a small frown furrowing her brow. Maybe he has a point in what he's saying.]

Maybe I have been thinking about it the wrong way.

[She curls her forefinger against her lower lip, then taps it there lightly. A little smile pulls at one corner of her mouth, then she lets out a laugh.]

You're right.

[The idea of being able to do magic when she had never had such a gift granted to her in Teyvat had always sat wrongly, as if she had somehow been given something that she shouldn't have had. But this man is right, putting it that way, and the laugh wasn't directed at him but rather at herself.]

I think I'll feel strange about for a while, one way or another. [Vennessa looks down at her hands, giving a little shake of her head as she murmurs half to herself.] Maybe I need to stop worrying over whether or not I deserve it.

[Easier said than done, but she can try.]

I'm Vennessa, by the way. It's nice to meet you.