"Really...?" Sam fell silent as she digested the information, hands rising slowly, in circles, as if she stood a chance of pulling something more from air. At shoulder height, both hands snapped shut and Sam simply crossed her arms. "That's incredible. The handful of others I mentioned? I met the first only a few years ago---seems like it was so long before I knew anyone else. But now that I know who I have here..."

Her tone shifted on 'know,' as the conversation was quite clearly no longer about magic; the adept emphasized it by tapping Elsa's elbow with her own, minding that it was the arm opposite her still-frosty flute.

"I've got an idea. But I shan't say anything to anyone else---your reputation, and the words you use in emergencies only, are safe with me."