Teach Me

"I want you to teach me the Sixth Myst Technique," Liam said, his tone calm and composed, as if he were merely stating a fact.

"H-huh?" Ariana blinked, completely caught off guard by his sudden request. "W-what could I possibly teach you?" she stammered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Well," Liam began, his tone unwavering and expression stoic as ever, "Mystica said you're just like her. More importantly, you understand the foundation of magic in ways I don't. So, apart from getting lessons from Mystica herself, you're the next best person I should turn to."

Ariana felt her cheeks heat up at his words, her heart racing. 'How can he say something like that and keep such a straight face? she thought, flustered.' "I-I guess you're right," she managed, her voice shaky as she tried to compose herself.

"But…" she hesitated, glancing down briefly before meeting his gaze again. "I can't promise to teach you well enough as Mysticab would."