Abigail frowned. She had sensed a touch of magic in the girl ever since she laid eyes on her. "Magic is more for the common folk, you'll find, Kali," she noted as she stood and walked to the medicine cabinet, pulling out a few bottles with tiny bulbs in them. "I don't know where you come from, but magic around here is not welcome, whether you are royal or not." She walked back, forcing a few of the black spheres into the girl's hands. "Eat this. You'll feel better. Where are you from, anyway?"