Matilda’s busy feeling jealous of the Wizard’s new colors, before the energy on the porch picks up again. She steps aside of the whiteboard to make room for Gyre, and slowly lowers her goggles back down over her eyes as the others go back and forth, eventually lowering herself onto the step beside the Wizard. She stays quiet for once, not speaking up until Haizea’s done, and quietly.

“I don’t want anyone to find out yet, either. We’re all still getting to know each other. The others might not understand. I think it’s good to talk to the Protector, but only if you think you can make him think you’re on his side too.” But she has no idea how to do that. Gyre doesn’t seem like the autograph seeking type. This entire thing was such a bummer.