"I don't have to be in sunlight, but it does help." She leans back against the windowsill and looks up at him with a wry smile. She's actually in pretty good shape, especially considering what happened last time she did some serious magical output, so the fact that she now gets to deal with his mild fretting is more ironic than annoying. "I've been pacing myself," she says in a tone that implies a sarcastic, 'dad.' "And periodic transmutations aren't as draining as constant healing."

… Okay, so she didn't really mean to air that implication. Whoops.