It was definitely something that would come up. Probably at a later date, because Waver knew how to prioritize and curiosity took a back seat to figuring out whatever kind of magical nonsense was effecting Rhy.

Hm… That was actually more helpful than Rhy might’ve thought, though. The man studied Rhy for a moment before plucking a stray strand of thread from the tailor’s sleeve that had likely come to rest there as he snipped something while working. Tugging the cork from the top of the bottle with his teeth, he dropped the thread in and recapped it, giving it a little shake and then stared. If Rhy decides he’s a weirdo, Waver won’t bat an eye. Most mages thought he was. Using tricks like this was beneath them, but it got results with minimal effort. Good for a man with very little magical capabilities. The clear liquid turned a deep, brilliant shade of crimson. “Huh…” The hand goes back to his pocket for another vial.

So it was noisy and then it wasn’t. Was the silence gradual, or was it more… sudden?