[Kyna lets out a long-suffering sigh, then takes a long, deep swig of her drink. It seems like a simple question, but of course it's not.]

God, you have no idea how many fucking hour long arguments I've seen based off that question.

[But whatever.]

There's nothing different about our DNA, and nothing changes about our physiology when we're using them, other than our brains seeming conscious when we share dreams. Most of the evidence points to magic.

[She's not sure what kind of world he's from, so she mentally prepares for pushback on that.]

There are people here who call us god-touched. As in, our powers are divine.