It isn't as if my knowledge is gone. I can still very easily guide you along - especially when it's my own hands.

( It's less so about Constance joking, and more of the 'joke' that seemed to follow her. She just didn't want ill rumors, that's all. )

If you want yourself laughed at and, more than likely, entirely dismissed? You are more than free to enlist outside help!

I say to stop being negative, and see if you enjoy using magic while I... make sure the second go around doesn't kill us.

( Again; recovery. Nothing more. )

I take full offense! You can't just say awful things like that without any sort of reasoning!

...We'll just have to go to Abyss and collect my notes. I keep detailed instructions for if I ever need to rely on less experienced hands.

( But for right now she wants to somewhat recover, a bit. )

...Y-Yes, of course! I'm sure that the version I used had some semblance of a timer. . .

( Her stutter certainly implies otherwise. It'd make sense why there's so much pain, if she DID do a rather long standing one. )

I... don't feel a drop of magic in these bones. Quite horrid.

( Definitely new. Significantly less pain though! Speaking of which... )

Goddess that does sting... Your magic intolerance is rather high, isn't it?

( Hearing such a... prim way of talking, in Catherine's own voice, is probably unpleasant, isn't it? )

+ simply needs to wait for that little orb to jolt Constance, and the 'hero' will be filling a noble's shoes.
...And unless she messed up, vice versa, naturally! )

I do apologize, I could have said it was unpleasant. But I... don't notice it nearly as much.

Oh, no, of course not. I put out the foundations for the spell... I just need to push it along. You won't be stomaching that pain long, I assure you.

( Surely Catherine feels rather... disconnected, no? Constance promised her a pair of adept hands - what better than her conversation partner?

She +

Now, I understand it hurts, but it's simply because tampering with souls is harsh business... Just let the stuff work.

When the orb comes back... you will find yourself sorely lacking in muscle.

Aha~! I am so glad to have somebody not try to extort every insignificant detail of a cast...

( As far as proper posings go... it's nothing abnormal for Constance. The little ball of magic looked harmless too, almost like a Thunder.

...Until it hits her about as hard as the iconic Boltings. ) +

Oh, it could certainly hurt. But that is why you have an expert like me do these things~!

( Implying she can just... make it happen. Granted, it's due to always having an abundance of magic in her system, but the fact she can do it so easily speaks wonders. )

Simply say the word and I will zap.

Quite literal! You'd have hands more capable of advanced magic... to even work out if you'd want to pursue the course or not.

( Which, on paper, means Catherine would use magic. Sure, not while wearing her own face, but no need for those details-. )

Well, if you're wondering about things blowing up in your face! I can always allow you to borrow a much more capable mage's form, albeit not for terribly long.

( ...She's done this before to get people motivated to learn magic. Is that weird? It's weird. )

Then you simply need to let an expert take over your training! No doubt I can find a way to push you past this small block of your's, and likely in no time at all.

( ...She's still insistent. They both are, just in opposite ways. )

"Dangerous? This is hardly anything more than an inconvenience for us both..."

She just has to hope that by SOME miracle, none of this got taken in by Annette. Or they'll have new problems.
...For now she'll waste a moment or two healing the small cut. She isn't all black magic.

Nonsense! Someone with a crest is no doubt just as capable of magic as any other. They are, in essence, a form of magic themselves.

( She's totally going to lecture. Catherine may need to cut her off. )

"Finally, somebody who– ah, are you... alright, Annette?"

She's going to try and make sure no glass impaled her... Such a common practice in her school days.
...
Wait, she smashed *love* potion, didn't she? Oh gods.

I am not risking outright destroying a Relic over your insistence on training!

Maybe pick up magic instead of insisting on working your muscles to death. Perhaps then you can be spared some time.

No! It doesn't matter how much you insist on holding back, I simply do not have a strength capacity to compete.

Unless I employed odd magic, that will simply never change.

...Stop looking my direction, I am not training.