Um, right now?

[ But the packages... Marianne looks rather uncertain and put on the spot, but she recovers and shakes her head, her voice pained but firm. ]

Some of the spells I have can be destructive. Fódlan was at war.

[ Aldrip is peaceful, and she's grateful for the reprieve. She hopes there is no "in case" and the days go by as calm as ever, forever. ]

Maybe I could conjure some snowflakes for the children in town, but I have no interest in fighting anymore.