He frowns at Peter's stubbornness, more than prepared to be stubborn right back. Until Peter brings up a burn. He looks alarmed, before returning back to frowning. He goes to lean against the couch back again.

"Mijo," He says, sighing still more, "You're blighted." In case Peter had forgotten. "You can't rely on things like radiance. It doesn't effect you as bad but it's still going to have an effect. Just like any other blight repellent." And Peter remembers how that went in the dumpster none too long ago.

"Maybe you didn't know, I only just read about it myself looking up spells, but you've probably noticed with your headaches? Flames get bright and it starts to burn a little?" The name was fitting. He's glad to finally know what the heck that was. He folds his arms and taps his fingers a little, thinking. "If you could use the spell after, it probably means your blight is interfering. What you need to do is redirect it."

He straightens up, walking over to the table and pulling out a chair. He grabs another one to face opposite and sits down. He taps the opposite. "Come, sit."