[ It's been long enough that Arden can't recall if Zenyatta can sense his powers - at least the same way that Arden could, how much Light and Darkness might mix in a person, how vaguely powerful someone is... And if he can, he'll notice a significant drop in raw magic coming from Arden.

For his part, as soon as Arden sees Zenyatta approaching from outside of the shop, his actions start to paint the picture. He can't tell when his sensei gets close except by visual confirmation and he leaves his place behind the counter, taking his apron off as he walks. He doesn't just appear via Dark Corridor, even from that short distance, like he used to travel. When he opens the front door, he's smiling nonetheless. ]

It's so good to see you.

[ His body language is fairly calm, but that's the thing - he's gained muscle from all of the walking and physical training, but the loss of his magic means that he's not constantly on edge smelling the air either. He's learned to live with it... for the most part. ]

I never did find a better teacher the whole time you've been gone. I could only practice on my own. It was a good thing too... [ He holds up his new amulet - new as of a couple months ago. ] My amulet shattered in a fight recently. I managed to not blow up my house, at least.

[ His tone is bittersweet; it was a really rough time for him, back then, but he's also proud that he got through it. He can acknowledge that much. ]

But that was the last day... that I was able to use my powers. I've been cut off ever since.