She looked pointedly at the stick, which had rolled closer to her. "You could say that." The words are dry.

Honestly, magic had particular smells to it and she could tell who it belonged to. She just wasn't sure how much she wanted to reveal just yet.

"I haven't met... wait. The guy in the wheelchair at the hospital." She'd seen and smelled him but nothing more.

She sighed. "I'm prying and you can tell me to keep my nose out, but the magic is on you. And not in a passive way. You're soaked in it, as if you've been the direct recipient of it."

It was obscuring his normal smell and annoying her senses.