Sorry, Gaia. The possibility is going to live inside of this guy's head forever now..

But at least he seems willing to not throw a giant stink about it at the moment. His dramatics for a moment ago seem to leave him as he lets out a sigh, like they fly out of him right alongside the air he breathes out.

It makes Fabian sound a little calmer as he looks at her to ask: "Is aether some sort of magic in your world?"

It's what it sounds like to him - though they just call it magic, so he's not too sure. Fabian doesn't look too surprised about the concept of magic though, even as he's asking.