"O-Oh. I mean, if your son had any magical connections or something like that, I could try to help..A-And I want to help, too. I just...I feel as if I could do [b]more[/b]. As in, I'm only useful for utility and healing people. Put me in a fight, or against someone with offensive magic? The best I can do is block things, and even then, I'll probably die either from using too much magic or screwing up somewhere." [i]Hazel seemed as if she was about to go on a rant soon about her being completely and utterly useless. Which, in truth, she thought she was. In her mind, she was only a magician who could make people disappear then have to make them reappear, and then heal the wounded just so they could get hurt once more. A low sigh escaped her mouth, her eyes closing slowly.[/i]