The girl was barely blooming out of childhood and it was likely the way she whined up at Mab was making it more obvious how young she was. Mab dropped a hand to the top of the girl's head, in what could be construed as a comforting gesture and the touch was warm even if the air around them might seem strangely cool on a sweltering August day.

One had to wonder if a spell had backfired on the young witch. It would explain the complicated signature of magic around her. But then again, some of it felt fae in nature. "Come, child, we will get you a drink." Perhaps it would make the explanation make more sense. "And then you can explain the problem."