"That's right," she says, turning her hand very slowly so the angle of her wrist might be marginally less awkward without disturbing the coils of the settled snake. She glances back to it, then looks back to him. For all that she seems unlikely to fling his friend off her hand, her attention is clearly still being actively divided by the garter snake's presence - or by the shape of the magic surrounding it. From the corner of her eye, it feels like sun glinting off the surface of water looks.

"It is not an entirely uncommon talent in Kalvad for those with a little ability."