Ulla listens, calm and patient and appreciative, with occasional soft questions or sounds of acknowledgement.

"Thank you," she tells him warmly. "I remember before Warren, and even for awhile after him, I felt like I was walking on eggshells, just waiting for my magic to be snatched away from me once I'd managed to get it back. I'm glad you've trusted me with this."

And she does trust him, but she'll ask, "Do you mind if I talk to him, or to his warden? I believe everything you've told me, but I also know magic usually goes deeper than the first things you learn. If you'd prefer I don't discuss it with either of them, I'll ask for a promise you'll keep me informed as you learn."