Grace looked at the child in front of her, sadness in her eyes. She had seen that same expression on too many faces. People who saw a monster instead of a girl, or a demon in the skin of a woman. For once, however, there was a chance that she could turn that fear around. She knew the reputation of this place. The Stone was where they sent witches and mass murderers. The girl probably assumed Grace was the latter, and if a girl like her was here, it likely meant that she was one of the former.

"Do not be afraid of me, small one." Grace spoke, her level voice betraying none of her emotions. "I believe we are more alike than you think." She slowly removed the glove on her right hand, once more revealing an arm of living rock. Though it was shaped as naturally as if it had grown from her shoulder, the arm was rough and dull gray, except where faintly glowing lines of runes traced around its length. 

Tucking the long glove into her pocket, Grace knelt to one knee, not moving from the doorway yet. "My name is Grace. What are the two of you called?"