"I'm actually not sure yet," Nathan admitted, nudging Anders back with his foot and laughing lightly as he did. "It's not clear what I'm supposed to be able to do yet. Witches from my world get a Gift after their seventeenth birthday. One thing that they're exceptionally good at."

He tapped his foot against Anders' again. "My grandmother was skilled in potions. My sister's husband is able to do something with paperwork. I had a friend who could look like a fain -- uh, a regular human."