[At first there's silence, as she weighs the response to all of that, because in some ways he's not wrong. Magic is fairly normal, though not everyone has it. And magic is feared, despite the normalcy. But unrealistic narratives and when he tries to make it personal just put her slightly on edge.]

You know next to nothing about me and magic, so I'd be careful what you assume. Moreover, you don't know the trust that I'm risking trying to help you.

[Her voice is surprisingly level for something that is a bit touchy, but she knows the edge of the precipice that she's just balancing on the edge on. The things she's done to help him are likely not going to be looked favorably upon by other people if they were to come out.

But Regina trusted her enough to give her her magic back, and she's trying very hard to keep that balance and not abuse it.]

That weak fledgling witch you manipulated into helping you during that event isn't even close.

[Her fingers squeeze, ever so slightly, just like a reflex. It's not enough to cause him any pain, but it's enough to have him feel that squeeze in his chest, just a little.]

You're dealing with the real deal, and to answer your question, yes. They did tell me I was different. But it wasn't because of the magic. It was because of what I did with it.