Eleven nodded, and after a moment, grabbed a napkin from the nearby table to clean his hands off with. It gave him something to do while he considered how to answer.

"I couldn't stop him," he said finally, words quiet. His fingers drifted toward his chest, then dropped. "It may be Yggdrasil's will that I hone my abilities here."

He tipped his head and gave Erik a considering look. "But I wonder if you're meant to learn magic here, too?"