Montmorency was not sure for how long she was holding Louise but she knew it had to have been for a while. Louise hadn't truly cried for long, but she had kept her arms wrapped around Montmorency all the same, and honestly she wasn't surprised. The harassment and petty mockery that Louise sustained in the academy for being the daughter of a duchess and yet being unable to use magic had been huge, and she had been part of it. Though not to the extreme that some people had been. At that time it had seemed, almost harmless, but being in that Alien ship helpless with her, hearing how things truly were for her, Montmorency understood to some small extent what Louise had been going through.
So she did in some part understand just why Louise was having a hard time grasping the idea that all along she could use magic, it was just the wrong kind. Honestly the idea was so outlandish and absurd even she was having trouble wrapping her thoughts around it. Yet inversely, it sort of made sense that she couldn't use magic if she had a proclivity towards magic that would affect things Halkeginia did not have.
But even that still felt strange, just as thinking of her own situation did.
The idea that her magic was so focused upon healing as to be marked as such by that weird mystical jewel was , strange. Her family always had a proclivity toward water magic, both potion making and healing. The Water spirit their family always made a pact with helped in both of those regards, but they were also the only family it would make pacts with in the first place. Was that why Talcu told her that she had the making o a healing as he understood them, or was it something else? And what even did the classification of what kind of mages people were mean? What did it mean if she could be a 'mystic'?
"I'm sorry."
Montmorency looked down at Louise. " For what? I was a mess on that ship, the least I can do is help you now with how I've acted in the past."
"I, I shouldn't be doing this," Louise said with a sniff. "I should be proud, that I know I have magic, that I'm not a failure, or a zero. But I just, I can't."
"You don't feel happy?"
"I do, I'm so happy, that I can finally say I'm a proper noble, but, but I don't feel anything else. I feel no pride at being a mage or proving I'm a noble, or anything. I just. . . . . .. . I can't feel, I don't feel like I have any reason to be happy about proving anyone wrong, like, it's just pointless, and returning to Tristain, to Halkeginia, won't do anything for me."
Montmorency blinked at Louise's words and then found her mouth falling open as she realized what Louise was meaning. if she had magic then her family would surely be happy, but if her magic was indeed related gto technology then she wouldn't be able to use any of it in Tristain. The technology difference just wouldn't work. He wouldn't be able to prove she could magic, not in a way that would be trusted by anyone who mattered there. "You, could be wrong?" She said hopefully, only for Louise to say nothing. " We won't know until we see right?"
" . . . . I guess."
"Do you, not want to learn then?"
"No!" Louise suddenly exclaimed. "I, I do I just . . . I'll think on it. I'm sorry for making this your problem."
"It's fine," Montmorency said as Louise finally pulled away from her, wiping her eyes a bit. "Are you okay now?"
"No. but I'll think about it," Louise admitted fright before the door buzzed.
Montmorency got up and moved to the door, and opening it she found Talcu standing there.
"I hope I did not return to quickly, but as we are preparing to land, I figured I would ask. Would you both like to begin learning now as we will have time while others of the crew go out?"
"Please," Louise spoke up before Montmorency could. She then looked back at her, seeing that while Louise looked miserable, she also looked serious. So she tune back to Talcu. "Please, if you would."