( there's a sort of tension-release in the laugh he prompts — maybe she is never going to hear the end of that day, at least until she does something crazier — that has more to do with an entirely different conversation than what he says. it's a bit of a relief. she still sounds warm, answering, )

Carsus proposed some dedicated practise at that, so it's on the table if you decide I didn't shave enough years off your lifespan already.

Do you know the specifics of the mace, or could you tell me a little about what you've observed, otherwise?

( she's familiar enough with the anchor abilities to be satisfied with only making a note of that one. no follow up questions required. )