Warm... it’s so nice, Asra’s magic, and he doesn’t need any special sense to feel that. But as Asra starts speaking about crystals, Eichi still looks distracted, staring down at himself in surprise and reaching for his hair with his free hand. It worked? It... He tries once more to call forth magic of his own, to see if he can’t ease his own breathing, but there’s nothing. No familiar feeling, no sensing Asra, nothing at all.

“Hold on...” It’s enough to trouble him, and his free hand drops again, touching to his own chest. “You’re able to use your magic? I can’t feel a thing. Did something happen? Even when I’ve been terribly exhausted, I’ve at least been able to recognize it.”

He’s trying to keep calm, but Asra knows him well enough by now to recognize that his insistence on explaining how this is unusual means he’s low key panicking.