As Penelope drew closer to Malva, she sensed the weight of unspoken fears hanging in the air. Folding her hands together, she offered a warm, open demeanor, ready to be the supportive listener that Malva needed. Just like her father before her, Penelope had been told by those who knew him that she was just as kind-hearted and loving. The thought brought a bittersweet smile to her lips; she often wished she could have spent more time with him in the real world rather than merely in the astral plane. Now, all she could do was strive to live up to his legacy and forge her own identity beyond her past.

She remained silent as Malva began to articulate the burdens weighing her down. With a gentle expression, Penelope moved closer to the most powerful magic user of their time, her hand resting lightly on Malva’s shoulder in a comforting squeeze. “I have a few questions I’d like to ask,” she said softly. “If they feel too personal, feel free to skip them.”

In an instant, the room around them shifted, transforming into a cozy space with a small table set for tea. The inviting aroma of herbal blends filled the air, providing a serene backdrop for their conversation. Penelope picked up one of the delicate teacups, the warmth soothing her fingers as she settled into a deep, plush chair, appreciating the privacy the setting offered against any potential intrusions from those wandering the Archives.

“So, were you feeling imbalanced with your magic, or is there a larger issue at play?” Penelope ventured, trying to discern whether Malva's struggles were rooted in magic itself or something deeper within her soul. “What did you mean when you said he helped somewhat?” Clarification was essential; she could sense the layers of complexity in Malva's situation.

Penelope continued, her voice steady and thoughtful. “From what I understand, once someone goes through a significant issue, easing back into daily life is crucial to avoid triggering a relapse.” She paused, considering her words carefully. “While this method is often applied to those recovering from addiction, if your challenges stem from magic and you feel like a walking time bomb, that’s certainly a cause for concern.”

“Do you feel overwhelmed by your powers?” she asked, her gaze steady on Malva. “Or do you think fear is convincing you that you can’t handle them because of past experiences?” Penelope hoped her questions would encourage deep reflection, allowing Malva to explore her feelings more profoundly.

“Perhaps going back to basics could be beneficial for you. No book is going to provide the answers you seek,” she suggested, her tone growing more earnest. “It might be worth reaching out to the aspect of magic before you, if there was one.” Penelope had long struggled to find a solid history on the aspects, and she felt a pang of frustration at the gaps in her knowledge.

“I don’t have solid answers,” she admitted, her brow furrowing slightly. “But I do know that training and practicing control over your magic and emotions are key. I also have some pieces that can dampen magical abilities, but that isn’t a long-term solution. Relying on magical dampers can make you dependent on them, and they’re really only meant for short-term use or to help you pass as human.” Her voice trailed off as she began to mumble to herself, contemplating the complexities of magic and the burdens it carried.

Penelope listened intently as Malva shared her burdens, feeling the weight of her friend's struggles resonate deeply within her. Despite Malva's immense power as the Aspect of Magic, Penelope understood that even the mightiest could feel lost or overwhelmed at times.

“Malva, it’s perfectly okay to seek help,” she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. “Even the strongest among us have their vulnerabilities. You don’t have to navigate this alone.” Leaning in closer, Penelope's gaze was steady and sincere. “I want to support you in any way I can. You have the strength within you; sometimes, it just takes a little guidance to help you see it.”

As Malva spoke about Sebastian Daystar, Penelope nodded, recognizing the weight of his legacy. “He’s powerful, but remember, your magic is your own. You’ve achieved so much, and I truly believe you can find that stability again,” she reassured her friend.

When Malva expressed her fears of losing control, Penelope felt a rush of determination. “I understand that feeling of being on the edge, scared of what might happen if you lose grip,” she said, her tone firm yet gentle. “But we can work together to find that balance. You’re not just a powerful Aspect; you’re also a brilliant Diviner, and you can harness your magic in a way that feels right for you.”

Malva’s chuckle at the thought of reaching out to the previous Aspect of Magic elicited a soft smile from Penelope. “True, she may not be alive, but connecting with the ancestral plane could still be possible,” she suggested, her excitement growing. “And I can be your lookout during that process. I’m skilled in astral plane walking, and I can guide you through those realms if you choose to explore. You won’t have to face this alone.”

Penelope paused, her expression earnest. “Exploring the depths of your past and understanding the aspects of magic can provide you with valuable insights. This journey won’t be easy, but I’m here to walk alongside you every step of the way.” Penelope’s resolve strengthened as she spoke. “And remember, it’s perfectly natural to stumble along the way. What truly matters is your willingness to rise again. I’ll be right here, ready to catch you if you fall.”