[ Hearing her name from him prompts an additional flush of warmth-- it's happiness, mainly, she's sure. "Master" was a title, and he'd used it as respectfully as any actual mage could have wanted, but her own name meant so much more to her. ]

Between the both of us, we should be able to help maintain your existence here for as long as you'd like. [ She addresses that first, her tone growing a little more somber. ]

... As for myself, I've been trying to decide on a path. I can't... be a mage, of course. [ Her heart may always break a little when she says it out loud, because she'd loved magecraft, loved learning, finding a source of strength that had been hers and hers alone. ]

But after my legs are fully recovered, I don't wish to stay here for the rest of my life, either. Everyone else has clearly figured out their next step, but...

[ She doesn't know. Right now, it's a hazy space before her and nothing's become clear. ]