[He waits patiently, practicing waving his own quill about in the meantime. After she's finished, it takes him a while to respond in kind. His hornwriting is neat enough; the delay was clearly not due to magical difficulties. Text does make it much easier to organize one's thoughts.]

I do.

But I fear I am not as strong as you. If anything, his is the original personality, and mine. [There's a small smudge of ink where he rested the quill for a moment.] Mine is the result of foreign code. I'm basically a failed patch...in our homeworld, I would be viewed as a symptom of a disease.

I feel well now. But I cannot tell you what might happen - simply that if another direct conflict occurs, I will most likely lose. Machines of our level know how to purge ourselves of viruses.