"I thought you couldn't read English all that well?" I asked Silas as Sally and my grandfather went to get snacks.
When they came back, I went into full detail of exactly what happened down below and what we'd discovered so far. I sat back when I finished.
My grandpa rested his head on one hand "Yes, when I saw you with my Occulator's lenses, I could tell your form was becoming bound. What you have yet to realize, Parklea, is not just anyone can be an Occulator. Your DNA theory proved functional, but it still requires a spark of occulation, which can only can be used by anyone when an Occulator's blood is forged into the lenses as well."
"So, I have my own magic after all? Is that what's binding me?" I also frowned at the part about blood, thinking that very well could've been my end in the clone incident. It wouldn't be like a finger prick to forge one of those, or even a blood draw, to single out and use that magical trace.
"No, the lenses you lost control of are activated from within your normal form and their magic is pulling its influence together to make a sound structure, like when Silas becomes a fox, but in your case, it would bind your occulating abilities with that form as well. It'd become extremely sound, being a full combination of both kinds of magic, but nigh impossible to leave. Any magic used against your body would have to be extremely powerful to have effect, as Silas could tell you from trying to fix you and having a but of his own magic taken into this form of yours, but it may be more difficult to use lenses from it becoming so condensed.
If we were to change you back, it wouldn't be easy and, for lack of a better term, would be similar to surgery. You'd have to be very still for Sally and I to safely separate the two forces and it would take a long time, with no guarantees. I've only gone this deep once before. It worked, but I still wish the procedure went better." He finished, waiting for everyone to respond like a diplomat.