The sound of the breaking flask made the girl wince, but she didn't mention it.  "You were a bandit?"  Amuné hadn't completely missed the frightening implication that lurked in the woman's words.  "But that's...."  Instead of saying it was bad, she let the condemnation go unspoken, frowning as she ran her hand through Wyth's shaggy fur.  It was a lot to take in.

"I want to help."  She climbed slowly to her feet, using the table for support.  Though her voice was soft, her gaze was solemn and direct.  "I know I'm little and I don't know much, but...I can learn."  Saints, she felt so very weak.  "I mean...I could tell where the worst of the ice was going to be so Wyth and I could avoid it, and I knew the men in suits were coming before they arrived.  And I'm learning to be a healer like Mommy -- I don't have that kind of magic, but even a non-Magi healer is useful, right?"

The girl was pathetically eager to contribute somehow, even with her meagre skill.  "Taliya...do you think there's someone who could teach me?  I wanna be able to use my magic right, and there's a lot more Magi here than in Pinesgrove.  There's gotta be someone who can, right?"  Amuné dropped her gaze.  "I don't like not being able to do anything," she added in a small voice.