Aaaaaaaaaaaa no she's still staring this will certainly be enough to take her mind off the pain.

She continues to have no luck with her metamancer sense. The new sense, on the other hand...there is definitely something there.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The sense is definitely developing, though. There's some kind of--something--and where she can sense this world's magic, it is a much more organized something.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

Eventually the pain cuts out.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—oh okay.

She's curled up in a ball on the sofa, and not terribly pleased about this fact.

If she uncurls she can see that there are a bunch of hot beverages in magic mugs on the coffee table in front of her.

Oh good hot beverages yes please and thank you.

There is tea, coffee, hot chocolate, and something orange that smells vaguely fruity and spicy.

Hot chocolate please.

Hot chocolate!

"All finished, then?" Horace asks, sounding concerned.

She startles when she hears her voice but doesn't drop any chocolate. "Y-yeah. I'm—" She wipes tears she hadn't noticed she'd shed with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be," he says. "It's quite the ordeal. You're doing better than I did."

She nods. "Well. It's done, I guess." And she can explore this new sense...?

Yes, absolutely!

There is all kinds of magic shit around.

...oooooooh!

Can she see that with metamancy, now that she knows what to look for?

Yep.

Ooooooooh!

"—okay yes sorcery and magical girlness and artefacts are definitely all the same thing," she realises out loud.

"...Oh?"

"They're. Like. I don't know it's hard to explain but when I became a magical girl the huge indescribable thing showed me a braid of my world's three kinds of magic and yours were sorta monochromatic? And now I'm seeing it and yep, very definitely the same thing."

"...I wonder if you could prove it in some way verifiable by anyone else," he muses. "If so, it would be...momentous."

"Edie can project my metamancy sense to others? It's—really obvious, now, it wasn't with just magical girlness and artefacts because they're so complex but looking at this—everything—it's, oh, of course, everything's made of this."

He nods slowly.

"When Edie comes pick me up I'll show you."