[The best start to any friendship is complete misunderstanding of cultural nuances like name order. Perfect.]

There wasn’t magic where I was from either. At least... I don’t think so. There were always— always superstitions, but only the gods can do things like magic. [At least, as far as she knows. Supernatural things like ghosts didn’t count as magic, right? And she wouldn’t classify the things she used to be able to do as magic either.

But she bobs her head in an eager little nod of agreement, reaching out to snag Alayne’s sleeve in a childish gesture she never quite outgrew and leans in with a conspiratory whisper.] I walked in circles for nearly half an hour before I realized I was passing the same shop over and over! [She straightens up with a shake of her head.]

And all of this about...about witches and monsters... [Her hold on Alayne’s sleeve tightens in fear before she seems to realize she’s dropping it and she lets it go, looking embarrassed.] Sorry... I used to grab my sister’s sleeve all the time...