Waver kept a close eye as Ren worked on setting things up, making sure that things went in the right place and order. Sometimes he offered a small bit of advice, of some small adjustment to keep in mind, but it was clear Ren had already gotten a good idea of what he was doing. It was always a particular kind of satisfying to see one of his students actually get how something worked and completing it without any concerning issue. He liked giving them the foundations needed to succeed, to teach and help guide them towards progressing. Even if the end results were a bit bittersweet, seeing them always surpass what he was capable of so easily compared to his struggles in such a short time.

The real test, of course, came to the point at which Ren finished setting it up and activated. As suspected, the mask’s significance held true where magecraft was concerned as well. Similar to the triggers each mage had for utilizing their circuits, he wondered what it meant for Ren, that it was a mask in the first place to use his abilities. Something the professor would be pondering over later, probably. For now, he admired the teen’s handiwork, with the skeptical eye of a teacher grading an assignment.

“Very nice, actually. I’ve had students fumble a bit with the placements before, but you’ve done well. It’s a strong, solid field.” He reached for the box he’d brought up from the cellar. “If you repeat the process back in your own space, I don’t doubt it’ll hold for a long time as long as you maintain it. I’ve put together a few things that you’ll need yourself, harder to get your hands on.” They could consider it advanced payment for future errands and assistance, Waver figured.