Felix rather wanted to object to her first statement, but stopped himself at the presence of the annemer bookseller who approached. He managed to bite back any sharp retorts until she had finished, pretending to glance over a nearby shelf, but the little glimmer of magic drew him back again.

He lifted his chin, eyes faintly narrowed. She wore no tattoos and he knew she wasn't a wizard, let alone a Cabaline, but that pulse of magic accomplished something, and Felix had the uncanny feeling that she'd just used magic on another person. Such a thing was anathema to any Cabaline wizard, categorized as gross heresy among them, and it sat distinctly uncomfortably in Felix's heart.

"You're not a wizard," he said quietly, once the employee was out of earshot.