[He glances back to her, somewhat surprised that she mentioned it, but offers a bit of a grin and holds up his hands, wriggling them]
For lack of a word that you or anyone else will understand, it's called Grace. When I was created, I was the brightest and most powerful of my kind. And now, I still am, only now I'm cold... and I have to create heat through my Grace.
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