Nancy nodded, placing her water glass a few inches in front of herself on the table. "You're right." Unfortunately, she had a tendency, in these situations, to act before she even had time to really process. She was an impulsive sort of girl.

Another nod, and Nancy found herself lowering her hands from her eyes, resting them on the edge of the carved-up table. She'd heard stories, legends. A curious girl, she'd asked Fagin to explain all sorts of fae to her, sitting on his lap. She was stupid and naive then, unaware that she was a witch in the first place.

"I don't know," it was the truth and her opinion. "Everything just comes out automatically."