[ Ronan frowns, his mind not wrapping around what Alec is saying. That's not possible. At least, it wasn't back where he was from, but he didn't think there were magic runes, either. ]

None of your magic is connected to Welshmen, is it?

[ It felt worth a shot. It seemed ridiculous that it would be. Ronan's brain kept on being stuck on the I've known a guy that can do that, the words cloying in his brain, like there's something there that he can't pinpoint. ]

What was his name? The guy that could do it, too.

[ Ronan tugs on his leather bands. ] Back home, I dreamed myself a raven. [ Because he was lonely and lost. Is Alec lonely and lost? ]