"Magic," he whispers softly, to himself. He's not trying to correct Akihito, but so little of that makes sense to him where magic does.

For a moment Atreyun doesn't move. He doesn't look away from the water. "Can you manage on your own?" There's nothing suggestive in his tone. When he does rise up and look at Akihito, it's with nothing but concern. However, he bows his hand and slips out the door to afford him his privacy. No argument on this matter. Which isn't do say Atreyun doesn't have his concerns.