[ He slides his arm back into it and shrugs the robe on once more, not bothering to re-tie it properly, and picks his tea back up. ]

I'm glad to hear it.

[ He's just going to sip this tea, and try to slow the racing of his heart.

He'd maybe lost his cool. This had been a very alarming series of revelations. The tea is helping him not panic over having just outed himself. ]

My blood has powerful magic properties. My natural affinity is earth and fire, if that will make a difference.

[ You know, if he bleeds into a wand for you. Like friends do.

Is it better or worse if your friends blood is powering your wand? ]