For a second that catches him off guard, wondering how she knows he was hurt. Is it that obvious? But then he remembers the bandages on his neck and wrists, and he turtles down into the fabric of his hoodie a little.

"Yeah."

He stares at the table, trying to figure out where he's going with this. There are so many more details he could add, but none of them are really necessary.

"It's iron poisoning. Makes it do you can't do magic, which turns out to be a problem if you're​ ninety five percent made out of it."