He shrugs. He's not at all familiar with magic or what it's capable of. Perhaps he'd been hit with the equivalent of a glancing blow, though it still seems strange to him that he wouldn't have noticed anything in the moment.

As for his own powers... he actually has to think about that for a moment. His armor has always felt like an extension of himself, to the point that he doesn't immediately remember that it's linked to the magic of this place. Still, after a moment, he nods.

"Heba. It allows me to summon my armor at will." He reaches for it now to demonstrate—only to find the ability suddenly out of his reach. He frowns, realization dawning in his eyes. "Though I don't seem able to do it now..."