Bristlebane stared in shock at Anna and slowly raised his hand to feel his cheek and felt the scarred over cut. To be honest Bristlebane was glad that it would become a scar, it would help him remember this lesson. Dumbfounded still by the random act of kindness from someone he barely knew, and to top it all of she was able to actually use her magic while Bristlebane could barely reach it. But he had learned something from that, somehow he had been able to see the pale blue colors of Anna's magic, she had made the magic itself want to do her will, she wasn't forcing the magic to do her work, she was telling it to. Bristlebane carefully analyzed this and looked at his magic again, it seemed as though it was just a liiiitle bit bigger, if that was the case than the more you used magic the larger your "pool" would get. He gently coaxed some of his magic away from his center and slowly prodded it and asked it to move for him. It waddled to area between his hands, and to his frustration it vanished simply fading away. It seemed he needed to find a balance between forcefulness and cooperation, but right now he needed to lie down again because all this experimenting was exhausting.