Gawain stared, brain trying to keep up with what Becca was telling him. Some if he already knew. They had... done a ritual, of some sort, forced something on Kalos and Becca against their will. Well, on Becca... Kalos had made a choice, though he doubted it had been as well-informed as it should have been. The thought made him both angry and sick.

And then... Becca somehow had magic, something she manifested in a flash. Not unlike mutant powers tended to trigger under stress. The bubble that had been keeping the cultists away... it had come from her. She had a different kind of power. "You can do... actual magic?"

After growing up in a world with mutants, it was crazy to think that we're still new things to discover about the world that they were so convinced just were not possible. If Gawain was incredulous, Becca would not blame him, because even the reports of a magical cult sounded far-fetched until she met them face-to-face.

"I can do a spell. And maybe light a candle. I don't know, it's weird." She didn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of charms and hexes. "I feel it. Like there's something lingering in the air. Something I feel connected to. And I guess... that is magic."

Rebecca waved her finger and the delicate flame snuffed itself out. It was small, but it felt so instinctive. She doubted all magic would be like that, but that just meant she had a lot to learn if this really was part of her now. "Are you upset? Scared? Disappointed?" That last one was tinted with nerves. "Your wife isn't a mutant. She's a mage or witch or something. Mystic," she corrected, remembering what her sister called them. "Tell me what you're thinking, babe."

Gawain felt like he was still several steps behind, somewhere in the vicinity of 'something terrible happened to my family', trying to wrap his head around the concept of actual magic existing in the world. It should not have been this shocking, given all the mutant powers they had witnessed before (some of them like the Halloween witches, had been pretty magic-like).
And yet, it was.

What was he feeling? Upset? Scared? Disappointed...? Gawain sighed, tilting his head to look at Becca. "My wife is you, Becca. Whatever you are, I just want you to be okay." he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But also... have you met me? I think magic is cool."

Rebecca exhaled the breath she was holding in, glad to know her husband was still there to support her, whether she was a mutant or not. She might not have been defined by her mutation, but it was a major part of her life and it was gone. It would take time to adjust to what that meant for her and the people around her oh, but she has the most important person by her side for it. "Right,Ah should hae remembered Ah married a huge nerd," she teased. Becca could not ask for anything more.

"Ah think Ah will be okay eventually. This is a lot. Ah feel like that inexperienced young transfer student comin' tae America and gettin' grips on her powers for the first time." She had come so far and grew from a student to a teacher, but now there were more lessons to learn on the horizon.

And heavens only knew how she was meant to learn. There was one person who could teach her, but Becca was not crossing back on that bridge now. "Ah just wish mah sister didn't force this on me. Ah wonder if Kalos has figured thes out yet. Ah didnae gie to see what happened before the well. Aw Ah know is she stepped in. Even still, thes must be a lot tae take in, and if Aoife isnae gang tae be there to help her understand, Ah'll have tae help her figure it out while Ah'm doin' the same."

Kalos had chosen to take on different powers, but that did not mean she understood them. And a teenager with magic... well, there had been books written about that. No one could tell yet if magic was more powerful than mutations. There were a lot of unanswered questions floating around.

"It will take time. But if anyone can figure out how to be a badass... mystic, it's you" Gawain smiled a little. Becca had learned her powers once, she trained to be on the X-team, and whatever magic threw her way, she could do it again. Mystic was such a weird term, though. The dork in Gawain wanted to call it something better. But that would have to wait. "And we kind of live in a place equipped to help you both figure things out. Kalos will need your help... you are going through the same thing. This is outside... my area of expertise."

Magic was unpredictable. They knew so little about what it did or what it might allow Becca and Kalos to do. There was no telling how dangerous these new powers could be, so Becca felt responsible for making sure her daughter learned about her new gifts in a safe way. She quietly wished Aoife had not burned the bridge between them, because she could have used her big sister's guidance now.

Without Aoife, Rebecca would just have to work harder to learn about her powers enough to help guide Kalos. "Ah'll be there for her," she promised. "Ah've got a lot tae figure out. I have tae let the team know eventually." She was still deciding what that meant for her as an X-Man. She would always be pro-mutant, but was it still appropriate for her to speak for mutant voices? She knew Gawain's answer, but she would have to think about that for herself. "Might borrow the jet tae clear mah head. Visit Ghost and Cafas." She still had those runes burned in her mind, and she had some thoughts Cafas might be able to help her with.

"Ah think Ah'm ready tae head home. Nae reason tae delay this new adventure noo, right?"