Some eidolons in my world are forbidden, and some are linked to one person. Sometimes the power itself is limiting, but...  [ Her look becomes more pointed, indicating the next part is more pertinent to him and his kin: ] other times, there's a magical charter on the summon itself. An authorization.

[ The more she speaks, the more confidence weaves into her words.  On the subject of magic, fragility frays from her cadence like threads from the edges of torn silk.  Replacing it are the careful braids of a hauberk, fortifying her resolve. She continues: ] I've studied sorcery all my life. [ This is stated as if would lend herself more credit. Whether "all my life" holds any weight given her apparent youth is another matter entirely, but she certainly appears adamant. ] I'm capable.

 You help me, and I'll make you [ Consideration causes her words to slow, reviewing what she knows, as well as what she does not. Cautiously, she names another. ] ...and Jill...

[ Her eyes search his face. To her, he appears weather-worn: tested by age, voice like sand, with creases lining his eyes, those not borne from joy, but strain. Free will, he wrote. How awful to think a struggle for it still remains, all because new summoners like her might recklessly trespass upon it, accident or otherwise. The tragic part of this is that, within her heart, she knows she would help anyway had they met under a different circumstance.

Her sympathy bleeds-- ]  ...and anyone else...  

[ --But.

She needs help, too. Briefly, Rem's hand squeezes at the clasp holding her cloak, then relaxes, lowering to her side. The next term leaves her lips like a title, finishing her explanation. ]

...Verboten. Verboten to all but yourselves.

[ Like needing a license to drive himself, but the only license available goes to him. ]