"No, I imagine it won't." They talked about the month, no longer, after all. But-- her attention is drawn to the novelty of spellcasting; there's a strangeness and a beauty to it all at once, and it helps to keep her grounded throughout the accompanying sensation.

It's... different. Painless? Maybe not, but she's used to pain. The little constriction of exhaustion that seeps into her chest is so natural that it's almost forgettable that she is undead, after a fashion. There's a flash of fangs given with the effort of enduring it, but really, it's a quick thing.

The sight of phoenix feathers, golden and warm-looking as they fall and dissipate into nothing, brings more awe than it really should, probably. She can't help it, though, given how new it is. All of it is, honestly.

"... That is both convenient and terrifying." She exhales a little laugh then, pushing herself up to join him on one of the boxes. Maybe his, if there's no others available, but she's trying to give him a little space. If anything, she wonders if her reaction is too mild - if Amore, or anyone else equally unused to magic really, would be more amazed or have more questions. She just chalks it up to too many fantasy novels. "I'm a little jealous. Scarring is a guarantee for most people bitten by vampires, you know."