So the tentacle [b]was[/b] her magic. Odd. But then, odd was what one should expect from magic.
"No problem." Libé answered, still reeling from the razor sharp whip had nearly taken his eyes from their sockets had it whipped by just a little closer. But he took one important rule from seeing the little girl and her suspected magic. Calm was control. Thus it was vital for her immediate surroundings (i.e. him) that she doesn't panic.
"Looks like your princess powers work best when you're happy."
He stuck his hand out. "My name is Libé."