[they felt their whole face go warm at such a simple comment, and knew that their skin was matching in color. it almost made them feel unworthy of chariot's grace, but maybe that wasn't anything that really mattered, in the end. being worthy of something or not didn't change that they were receiving it.]

You're flattering me. [it's not much better than just accepting the kindness.] You created the stars... and you created them for me. I don't know how else to react.

[they pull away just slightly and hold their palm up, facing the ceiling. with no small amount of concentration, they bring a contained ball of buzzing, blue electricity to existence in the palm of their ungloved hand. it looks unstable, like they don't know how to or otherwise can't force it to keep its shape, and after a short moment, it fizzles into the magic surrounding them.]

I can take something from the sky and bring it here. But you can do so much more than I could ever imagine, Chariot. I don't know how else to look.