I won't hurt myself very much. I promise you that -- only enough so that you can sate your curiosity, but certainly nothing painful.

[Stated plainly, as if there was nothing to be done about it. How else does one show their everlasting life, if not by displaying how it clings to them like a plague?

But first, magic.]

A very specialized sort of magic, compared to what many may be able to do here. More convenience than flash.

[Ardyn extends his arm and there's a shimmer of red fractured light. He coalesces around his hand, then outward, forming the shape of a sword, as if being built by something reminiscent of crystals.

The sword becomes very much solid, weighted in his grasp as his fingers wrap around its hilt mid-air. He holds it still, and the light of his magic disappears completely. It all happens in a flash -- less than a second at most.]

Solid objects, stored away in nothingness. Merely one example of what I can do.

[His free hand comes out to hold the flat part of the blade against it, so that he can offer it to her if she wishes to examine said sword. It is an ancient looking thing, but well kept. Definitely solid. Definitely sharp.]