Kell brushes his hair back across his eye as they walk, wet strands hiding it from view once again. It seems a well-practiced motion, smooth and efficient, and Sirius can't help but wonder why he would hide a mark of such power. He's garnering quite a few stares from the people in the streets, it's true, but he could decimate any number of these people with barely a thought, Sirius is certain. Why the care for their small thoughts?

"Muggles, yes," Sirius replies. "Those without magical abilities. And we co-exist to a certain extent, but there are rules. We're not to interfere with their lives if it can be helped and they're not to know of us. We can live in their spaces, but we also have our own, set apart. Where you're from, everyone is magical, then? It's just you blood folk who are truly special. Tell me, can you do anything else with it? Or only heal and transport?"