It's a good call to have magic lessons out at the ranch, with the amount of things to practice with in terms of making a mage hand do what you want to do. Hers is precise because she knows it well, and she has every confidence Radar can figure it out. And she's eager to get started with things, because why not? He's spent his entire life without magic in his hands, why make him wait any longer?

She's approached this place before with trepidation, with wariness, with stubborn determination, but today she feels merely content, wearing the hat Radar had given her a few weeks ago to ward off the chill. Fever hurries over when she catches sight of that familiar figure, curious as to what he's doing first and foremost before they immediately dive into learning.

"Hi, Radar. What are you doing?"

She's been in a better mood ever since Mourner's Night, and today is absolutely no exception.