If he still had arms (and if Daine wasn't clinging to the ceiling), this is the point at which he would pull her into a hug. The truth is, he doesn't know if she's somehow wrong. For all that he doubts Daine's understanding of the root nature and cause of 'magic,' he doesn't doubt that she understands its rules.

There's another lengthy pause as Andrew finds himself reluctant to face what he's suspected for a minute or two now. "Tell me," he says at last. "What do I look like? What am I in?"