Magica looked away from him with a huff. "My reasoning? I need more reasoning than being barely a step above invalid? I can't dress myself, I can't feed myself, I can barely bathe by myself! I'm trapped in a prison made out of my own flesh and blood!"

But. But...?

She inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to curl in on herself, barely able to do so. He wanted reasoning? Fine. He'd get more than anyone else had.

"...This spell was a result of me trying to find someone." She said quietly after a while, eyes closed. "And every day that passes, the time to find them... that precious gap... grows smaller and smaller."