At the words that Khadgar didn't mean for him to keep Atiesh, the Magus straightened and lifted his chin slightly - a slight hint of a flush on his high cheekbones. "Hrm. I knew that." He quipped finally, though his lips turned up at the corners as Khadgar touched his hand. Despite the mis-assumption, he did mean what he said. "I'll figure something out..." He added quieter. There was plenty of staves that he could use as a temporary focus until he could return to the Caverns of Time. Perhaps he would look to find one when they went to Dalaran.

Medivh gave the Archmage's shoulder a squeeze before letting it go, turning to lead them both to one of the smaller rooms off of the main library. "Oh really?" He said, looking over his shoulder at Khadgar's words. "Don't tell me you've picked up my bad habits?" He teased lightly.

The room the Magus led his old apprentice into was small and a cozier size compared to the cavernous high ceilinged library. Tapestries lined the walls, and an unlit brazier was in a corner. A small table and chairs dominated the middle of the room and a large lounge couch against the far wall.

With a wave of a hand - Medivh lit the brazier with magical fire that had no need for wood, but would warm the chilled space a little. Finally he stepped to the door and set a protective ward out of old habit. Fingers of a single hand danced - tipped with the arcane as he set the spell and without a staff to thump - he simply thumped his foot on the ground. Arcane energies flashed in a circle at his feet, spreading outwards and disappearing. Yes, he was linked closely to Karazhan and he would sense presences good or bad on his property - but this would add extra insurance. It would also wake them if they ended up sleeping too deeply. Absolutely nothing, not even a dreadlord could creep up on them now.

Finally, he tugged back his hood and headed to the lounge couch with a weary sigh - sitting on an end and rubbing his face. He was emotionally exhausted as well as physically.