The Wizard motions her hand at his phone, forcing the video to play. He brought the video up, she's going to use it to show him. She lets it play, lets the monstrosity that was a wolf-like Seven that year tackle her to the ground like prey.

The video stops at the exact moment Seven lurches down, biting--

"Technically." She answers, keeping the video paused on that moment. She leaves it there, the answer plain as day on the screen.

"You should rest. Sleep on this." She answers, watching him as he inevitably loses it trying to figure out what she'd just told him. She's prepared if he goes physical and loses it, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.