Mm, I most certainly can, though it is difficult to fathom a world without magic.

[She's never known one herself, after all— and nope, there's no retroactive foreshadowing here! As Agate reclaims her perch, Flayn chooses to curtsy to the both of them, bowing her head slightly in the process.]

Thank you very much. It may have well taken me ages to cross without your help, Mister— actually, I'm afraid I did not catch either of your names! You may call me Flayn.