"Damn."

A thump of her fist on the tabletop punctuates the sentiment, and then is waved away. Never mind the Thedosian mages. The simple offer of his collaboration is more progress than she's made on this subject in months.

"No matter then. We'll make do. In the mean time, let us arrange a short series of studies of your Talents. Casting. However you prefer it referenced. Naturally, I would be more than happy to do the same in reverse should you care to observe, although I would warn you in advance that by comparison they will be quite unremarkable indeed. Will you need much space to practice in? In the past, Leander and I have used the Harrowing chamber in the Mage Tower for such things, but if it can be contained and you prefer discretion then the Hightown house shall be open to you. Have you a piece of paper that I might borrow, Mr Dickerson?"

It tumbles out of her seemingly all in one prodigious breath, a veritable exhaled tidal wave.

(Perhaps Salvio has gone so gray due in part to the frequence of her company?)