"You have m-- m-magic?" And she talks about it so candidly, although maybe that was just Luna, the way she engaged with things.

The rest feels like he needs to take more time to process and understand it, scratching the back of his head and tucking his pencil behind his ear. "I'm s-sorry uh, sorry about your m-ma." He's never really lost anyone like that. The closest he feels he's come to it is Asteria showing her true colours, but that was so completely different. It wasn't like Asteria was dead.

And a little nod, shuffling to try and make more space, although it's not really all that necessary. "We, uh." Huh. No, he's not sure what to do with that sentence, so he tries a different tact. A little tug at the corner of his mouth, and he can't help asking, "d-do you have unicorns? In your w-world."