Talcott watches the motions, how gestures feed into what the crystals do, utterly fascinated. "It is really cool for just a toy."

"It is, perhaps, less age and more experience. There are studies in some worlds about certain imbalances that are better focused with the ability to play with something but sensory objects also sometimes help with people who have experienced trauma." And it sounds like he's paraphrasing something out of a book, a little bit distant and detached. Why he'd be researching coping mechanisms is not something he's going to freely elaborate on though.

He glances over Izunia's shoulder, back into the mine proper, taking a few curious steps. But wandering off, getting distracted by new mysteries to unravel isn't going to help anyone. So he circles back around to the table, to sit back down and sip at his coffee. "It must be fascinating for you, at your age, to have new elements and magics to work with."

Not like he thinks it'd be cool to be able to use magic and is jealous or anything. He's totally not leaning on this table with his chin in his hands staring wistfully at Izunia because gods dammit why couldn't he be royalty? Or at least have earned his way into the Glaives.