"Out of control magic... okay. I'll start there." She can't help but feel some sympathy for this woman, buzzing with magic and not knowing what to do with it. "That's not too far off from what I was experiencing after Halloween... oh, but that's a good thing. It means I might have some literature that will help."

"You can't shield yourself somehow? A set of wards or something?" Caspar remembers the work put into Hunter's apartment. "Maybe if you spoke to her remotely, like a video chat, she wouldn't be able to accidentally zap you."

Princess sniffs at Hunter's hand, taking in all the novel smells. Her snout is warm, warmer than a typical animal's, but not unbearable. Caspar grins at the compliment, clearly proud of his companion. "Isn't she? Far cuter than she has any right to be."