That is your name for the Trader? [Right? He didn't miss that, did he? Great.] Perhaps. She knows more about the arcane than most people do, reaching into other planes of existence as she does.

[But he doesn't yet move from the pile of stuffed animals. Instead, he sort of grabs a stuffed dragon and holds the wings up, curious. They look like his wings, but his are small and useless, unlike something Cool that takes to the skies with such ease.]

I don't have much use as I am now. It would be good to be... better. To be able to fix your friends.

[Maybe if they could just figure out a way to externalize his abilities...]