As utterly bizarre as this day has been, Krei actually manages to swallow his pride for just long enough to nod to the kid, inhaling and exhaling for one full round before lifting a hand to wave him off. He's not going to have a panic attack, not yet. Not out in public at any rate.

And maybe when he wakes up tomorrow morning this will have all been a bad dream. Or maybe it will start to make some actual sense. He'd really prefer the former.

"Thanks," he says finally, nodding to the kid. "Thank you. For that..." He waves in the vague direction that the altercation had taken place. "That. Whatever it was."

Please don't say magic. Please don't say magic.