"Hmm?" It didn't take the historian long to adjust to Candy's new appearance, considering all that's been going on. Seeing the magic, his eyes lit up and the man smiled.
"Ah-ha! That was magic indeed... Anima, I think? Its quite different than what I've seen, and it didn't even come from a tome. That's an incredible gift, Candy." The scholar was obviously impressed, looking with interest at the dancer's hands as if trying to work out how exactly he did that.
"I've thought on what you said before, a few days ago. I've been trying to hone the use of my magic to something more to my liking, instead of, well, how I typically use it." To demonstrate, the monk pulled out one of his tomes and in a second a mote of light flared into existence. It moved around as if harboring a curiosity, before shivering slightly as it slowly grew wings and took on the shape of a crude simulacrum of a moth/butterfly. It flapped its 'wings' for a few moments, but obviously didn't use them to keep aloft.
Noticing the others being the assault, the fighting took a bit out of the monk's good mood. The simulacrum dimmed into the sunlight, vanishing without a trace.
"I... Should help join the assault. I don't want the others to get hurt, and I'm the only one with my kind of magic." He rationalized to himself, before amending his statement.
"Thank you for showing me that Candy, I appreciate it." The scholar flashed a smile and paused for a moment in case of a response, then moved to join the assault.