The mage watches Tok draw, listening to her like this is the most enthralling thing he's ever heard in his life. Because to his brain, it nearly is. All thoughts of the space ships temporarily flee from Linhardt's mind, replaced entirely with Tok's cosmology. Entire planes of magic? That's fascinating.

"In Fodlan, we need to generate the energy ourselves or harness already existing energy on the...Material Plane?" That's the correct term, isn't it? For where they live their lives.

"It sounds as though elementals are similar to ants - they're both individual and part of a whole?" Ha, take that, people who thought Linhardt's observations of insect life were pointless. There is an application!

"Do you want to make a magical engine with me? I should be able to power one, though with much less force than an elemental. Unless we have a way to store magic?" His voice raises hopefully.