Robin hoped he would never have to use the magic as he had again. He would always be far more adept at his weaponry, and hopefully, soon enough, he would be returning to only being able to do that. Still, it had felt good. He would never outright deny that.

"It feels as though I've just came in from cold weather, never worse than that. Even at my worst," he replied, feeling like it was a decent way of explaining it. His palm still up as he watched her, he added, "I think I notice warmth more than I usually do, however. It's a bit strange to put into words."