"Thanks," Aya glances away shyly at his compliment, but is grabbed by his talk of the Broms. "I thought as much! You should see what some of them have done to the Rabins!" She shivers at the sound of Fabine's name, one she'd heard spoken often but had thankfully no face to put it to. She looks over the kind boy before her. "I don't understand. Why are you part of them?" She gasps, eyes widening at a horrible thought. "Th-they're not keeping you prisoner are they?!"