Medea grew quiet, thinking on Claire's words- there were things she had been working on here, projects she played with and rituals she studied with before everything had got derailed.

She couldn't focus right now. It was as her Claire said, everything was too raw to really see beyond that pain in her heart and the fog in her mind. She did what she could to try and meet her eyes in turn.

"...I'm proud of my Magic. My Magecraft. I always have been." More of a mumble than anything else. "But... now I'm just- I'm exhausted."