Milla has no qualms about listening as she works on eating the dried apricot. Food is a relief. The week she's been through hasn't been the best for scavenging.

"A wizard?" She repeats in turn, more testing the word. It's not the strangest thing she's heard. There is no mockery or judgement in her tone, just genuine interest. "You'll have to show me what you can do later, darling."