There is some magic over there, and over there, and over there...

She points it out.

"Good," she says, genuinely pleased.

"Is it worth learning it by Effort as well?"

"Probably not."

"All right." Background awareness of the thing.

"You're very good at this."

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome." She gestures at the chart. "How much do you think you're using right now?"

Poke.

"Okay, let's see if we can cut it down a bit."

"How do I do that?"

"Try narrowing the focus of what you're looking for. You don't need to know about the chemistry being done three rooms over, you need to know what if anything is being done to you."

"There's no concern about things being relevantly incoming, or prepared elsewhere to be suddenly directed at me?"

"Magic travels fast enough you don't get enough more warning to be worth it."

All right. She knows a lot about herself, it's her thing. The magic will not mind informing her about herself, surely.

"Okay--at some point in the next few minutes I'm going to do something harmless to you, I want you to try to catch it and oppose it."

"What will you do?"

"Temporarily illuse your skin blue."

"All right."

She is watchful. She is not blue.

She makes an attempt to blue.

Mirelótë has never been blue before and doesn't want to start now and this is her skin so that is her prerogative and she is sure the universe will agree.

Her skin does not blue.

"Were you guarding for that before I tried?"

"Only in the sense that I was clear on the limited number of authorized sources of changes to my person."

"Do you think you can do that at all times?"