Well. She must have gotten the magic. Strange nods a little, sighing as he looks over at the little dragon. Alistair's still hanging around near Billie, though he's taking the opportunity to try and chew her clothes.

"He keeps climbing on top of things and jumping to the ground. He's knocked over a few drinks that way and scared poor Bell half to death." Alistair makes a happy chirping noise. They're talking about him, that's good!

There's a small pause before Strange keeps talking. "And I don't have a murder weapon, but I do have something with stronger emotions tied to it. You could try and read that next to see how the magic fares."