[While she struggles with her correction of the rune, she replies to Henry, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.]

Yes, I'm rather certain... [Her finger pauses over one rune and she chastises herself again.]

Dammit, this one isn't chaining... Um, sorry about that. But I'm not too sure what that actually means. Are they extensions of himself? I've only started to get the impression that even other witches don't really want to be around him and so it's less reverence and more like fear. Maybe a mixture of both? Or have they spent so much time around humans they started to perceive him differently?

Sorry, I'm still theorizing at this point. I haven't gotten to talk to many other witches since I've started to stay here.

Also, watch out for your feet. I'm going to test one of these.

[One of the completed blocks of runes glimmers and directs it to her feet. The wooden floor starts to sprout grass and dots of white and yellow flowers and it spreads around the room. Though the blades look healthy and green, it's rather sparse and there are still patches of the wooden floor peeking through.

The girl frowns.]

Not good enough.