Damn Carlisle for being observant. Pratt looks away, running his hand through his hair anxiously, "Both. I thought maybe it wouldn't work anymore. That I wouldn't work anymore, and then I wouldn't be able to power the rock."

Which sounds stupid now that he says it out loud, but he was honestly scared that maybe he'd lost something since being in Hadriel and wouldn't be able to power it anymore.

"I dunno what makes someone magical, but I don't think I have that thing."