[ this magic is new to her, and so she can't be entirely certain, but it doesn't—feel like it's working properly? it's as though she's trying to force the energy through a barrier. rather than suspicion, the only thing it generates in Rudbeckia is anxiety: she's doing something wrong, somehow. if she has to ask Dokja, he'll surely roll his eyes and scoff, annoyed that she can't even manage this much when he's already shown her how... so the only thing she can do is try harder. despite its inability to find any purchase against his Discord, she continues feeding energy through her connection to Dokja, without comment.

her only reaction, then, is to his words: ] N-No, that isn't what I meant at all!

[ there's some laughter to her voice – it doesn't seem to have completely gone over her head that he's joking with her, but she's either too anxious or too sincere to leave it be. ]

It's only that I'm not a very interesting conversationalist, so I thought that perhaps you'd find it tedious to speak with me for so long... I, um, don't actually spend a lot of time socialising.