"Forgive me for saying this, Guild Master," Philip leaned against the railing of the deck of the ship that was heading toward an island for your next expedition. It had been a month or so since the cave-in. "But I often forget you are not human."
Your head perked up, his voice pulling you out of whatever you were thinking about as you stared at the water.
"Well, for one, you keep your ears covered," he chuckled. "And two, you do not use your magic like the others do."
You stared at him a moment before rolling your eyes up with a smirk.
"Since writing and researching have no need for magic, I see no need to shoehorn it in. If it's not broken, don't fix it, right? And I guess it helps too when you're raised by doomsday-prepping parents who believe one day we won't have magic to rely on and encourage you to use it sparingly. I'm used to doing everything by hand."
"Won't have magic to rely on? What do they believe will happen for that to transpire?"
"Who knows? They're nutjobs in their own right. Lovely people, I assure you, just a bit off of their rockers," you sighed. "As for my ears, they're extremely sensitive to cold as I don't get proper circulation and will start aching at the slightest temperature change so it's just easier to keep them hidden and warm. Considering I don't have any extra extremities like other witches, yeah, I could see how I could come off as human. Minus the tail..."
The human opened his mouth to say something before furrowing his brow and leaning back to look at your backside which made you snicker.
"Made you look! There's no tail. I'm just messing with you."
Philip shook his head with a chuckle.
"Yes, yes, you got me. But it is... uncanny... You don't act like a witch."
"Well, how are witches supposed to act?"
"Ah... well... Not like you, I can at least say that much."
You blinked at his hesitation.
"Oh, wow, if you haven't met someone like me in your travels, I'm afraid to find out what you believe "normal" is for witch-kind. Though, I will admit, you might be hard pressed to find someone who doesn't use magic as often. Not unless they CAN'T do it-"
Before Philip could answer, the ship suddenly rocked hard as if it had struck something, causing you to lose your balance and fall into Philip. When the ship finally fell still, you were against Philip's chest with one of his arms around you tightly and the other latched onto the railing. The two of you stared at one another for a moment, both faces red before you pulled away, clearing your throats and fixing yourselves.
"W-We should go see what happened..." you murmured, looking away. Philip did the same, fixing his beard, coat, and ascot.
"R-Right... T-That would be best..."
"Guild Master! The ship ran ashore!" A voice called out from above to you. "The ship's captain says it may be a wandering coral patch! They're surveying the damage now but he said it might be best for us to use a dinghy to get to the island to stay on schedule as repairs might take too long!"
"Thank you Kikimora*! Gather the others and the supplies and we'll do just that!" you called back up to a small red demon. Turning back to Philip, you found yourself flustered once more and you sheepishly passed him. "I-I guess I should go make preparations..."
"Of course, yes, go on. I-I'll gather our things and see you in a few minutes..." Philip nodded. After a short, awkward moment, he watched you disappear around a corner. His eyes relaxed and he gave a soft sigh only to pause at his own reaction. "... ... ... I'm sure this is nothing..."
*one of Kikimora's ancestors. Philip/Belos does recognize the current Kikimora as a descendent, remember how yours was extremely loyal. He's also lying to himself that it's not a way to remember you. The name is handed down through generations.