[She pauses in her fidgeting to watch Caim attempt to cast his magic, shaking her head as it fails. She wishes it were easier to keep it off, instead of just short bursts. Jamie laughs as she reads that last, but there's very little humor in it.] Oh, no. If I did, the Mage Council would've had me killed by now. Or locked away somewhere, at the least. Probably the whole point of having Orin keep track of me, to make sure it doesn't change. I can turn it off for a while, if I know I'm doing it. Otherwise, just getting out of range helps. Five, six feet.

[Jamie's making a face at the explanation of the pact, but not about the revenge or blood or even his castle - who is she dealing with here? - but the unfamiliar word in front of her. She'll deal with his having enough power to fight an entire army on his own later.

...Which is actually pretty incredible.]

What's a dragon? [Yes Caim, be shocked. There's no such thing in her world, not even by another name.]