She nodded in agreement with him--not just acquiescing to go along, either. "Maybe not a child, where I'm from, but certainly an initiate could do..." Isabel waved a hand at the lit candle. "That. No foci necessary! No wands, or anything else, either! Intonations, invocations, what have you!"

She huffs in frustration, and if she could read his thoughts, she'd be in complete agreement with the sentiment, too. "All this categorization...it's like they sent me to study with the Order of Hermes as punishment. Even though they're back on my world, too."