[Glove safely contained for the time being, Liem turns his attention to an area that he has been shamefully neglecting up until this moment: volunteering his experience as a senior shard-bearer, which is ostensibly why he's at this thing to begin with. Diverting small talk aside, he hasn't really been providing much service at all to this man with the twitchy fingers — which, he assumes given context, are meant to be the gestures of some kind of spell.]

Ah. That will last until you harmonize, one way or the other.

[Liem's reaction to the revelation of the man's potential magical ability appears to be: no reaction. Maybe a touch of knowing sympathy, in the set of his mouth and in the tone of his voice. He was in that boat for close to two months, himself. Hadn't been keen on rushing his choice.]

I don't really know why; something about the way magic in this world flows, I suppose. But if you've a strong leaning, perhaps it will only be a day or two.

[His mouth twitches into a small, dry smile.]

If I'm still carrying this thing around by then, perhaps I'll take you up on your generous offer.