"In Eianvar there isn't water that makes people into somethings. We have people who can do things most people can't, but a person either can or can't do those things, nothing makes them that way."

"They're just born like that?" He hasn't said 'born' but perhaps it's clear from context.

She nods.

"Huh... very different. What can they do? Besides grow you."

"Different people can do different things. There are a lot."

"Are you one?"

"...yes but no. I can't do my things; she stopped me."

"- how did she stop you?"

"That's one of her things."

He nods slowly. "- but how, what is the thing."

"She can... do things to people. Stop someone growing or dying or seeing or hearing or moving or doing things."

"Could a whitemage fix you?"

"What do whitemages fix?"

"Whitemages fix people who are injured or sick."

She shakes her head. "I don't think it's the same."

"Greenmage?" he wonders. "They fix it if you can't do something because your head won't let you."

"...maybe. I don't know."

"You - don't get old, right, you are five now but you are stopped..."

"I am stopped. I will not grow any older and I will not die."

"If a whitemage or a greenmage can maybe fix it it's worth it then."

"I don't want to—tell someone to do a dangerous thing for me that might not work—maybe when I know more words and I can say better what she did."

"Maybe," he agrees. "Not today."

Nod. "Not today."

"Why did she have you to do stuff to?"

"...I don't know how to say."