Hm. There is another by the name of Lucy, a very sensible lady of stature. I'm not sure if they'd needed more.

... the idea of allergy to magic seems strange, but I suppose it is a rejection all the same. Possible, his very constitution is one of willfullness.

[The frames of the figures roughly sketched, now and then he slides a longer look at Tex, finding the lines of her cheeks, or the shape of her chin, darkening lines in a resemblance.]