He doesn't have much in the way of a definition for it, really, just starting to even conceptualize magic as something that sort of encompasses the things he can't easily explain, that don't make sense in the world he comes from.

He drags his spoon through the bowl a little, a soft clang as it bumps the sides, and he listens to something that — explains, but...doesn't make sense.

"So part of you...belongs to this Great-Spirit? That mean He can control you?" And in turn, she can control it? He has no idea if he's understanding correctly even a little.