Misty is not willing to give up on this, to give up on trying to find the source of the magic. She's hitting walls, as it were, more often than not but giving up the first time that happens will get her no where.

Blinking, she looks up at him. Considering the face above her, thinking about what she last remembers. It hasn't been that long that she knows, but blacking out for a moment has left her confused and lost.

"I..." She blinks before nodding. "Yes. Yes. I'm fine. I'm sure. Just... I think I pushed myself too hard." Which she's done over and over again in trying to try and figure out just where the magic of this place comes from.