[For a moment, Onni just stares at Carlisle in a state of complete disbelief, and then he snorts and rolls his eyes.]

I am trained in healing magic, among many other types. But it's all well and good, believe what you like.

[He's still feeling stung for all his dismissiveness, mostly because he'd been interested in the idea of knowing someone else who did magic. It's been a long time since he was able to talk professionally about magic with his colleagues back in Keuruu, and Reynir's 'throw things at the wall until they stick' style of magic, while useful, isn't exactly a technique he can discuss.

Waving his hand a little, he glances back into the apartment.]

I don't know. I could message him to ask?