[@KatherinWinter] John's skin was slowly getting paler, and his eyes had the slightest tinge of yellow. He had screwed up big time, he could feel it. She looked angry, but also sad and... vulnerable? That was the last thing he would expect to describe Roxy as, and he knew she would punch him if he said it out loud. But that's what he felt. 
He almost thought of hugging her, but he knew by now that her shadow knives were quick to show up. So he merely said [color=fff200]"Look, I didn't want you to feel inferior. None is inferior for not knowing something, especially if they never needed it. In fact, everyone knows something others do not- and if you ask my opinion on it, this variety is what constitutes the beauty of Gods and mortals alike. Look at your shadow manipulation, for example- I have no idea how that thing even works, and I'm a God! Well, sort of." [/color] [color=fff79a]"And I could penalty learn it with a couple years of practice" [/color] he thought, but that was not the correct time to mention it.
Then, intrinsically, he made his pen into the blue bird again, which flapped twice out of his pocket, and caught it out of the air. [color=fff200]"And besides, if I didn't think you were smart and capable enough "[/color] he continued, while rubbing the birds head with his finger- and it did indeed chirp happily- [color=fff200]"I wouldn't consider you for the task. "[/color] He then directed his gaze from the bird to Roxy happily. [color=fff200] "So, what do you think? Shall we put our minds to work while we wait ? "[/color]