She wasn't wholly surprised he described it as opposing -- mana was, after all, essential to life as far as she was concerned. But it hadn't harmed him, either.

His question made her still briefly, in wariness that was more reflexive than conscious. She'd been somewhat careless lately. Overall foreigners on the turtle didn't tend to question a woman in her twenties already white-haired, and she supposed the precedent set by Bakura worked in her favor. Keeliai was worlds away from the fear she'd been raised in, and it was with that in mind that she said aloud, "I'm a half-elf. Some measure of elven blood is usually necessary to perceive mana."