[There's a longing for her own parents that Yehudit can't deny, but she at least knows that they will be there if (when?) she makes it home again. Atem... He won't have that, will he?

[She frowns at his question, hanging her head as she stares at the back of her hands on her knees.]

Some people may think, but... I do not know. I hear and see things and sometimes people get upset and angry that I know them. I am unable to control it.

[And if she were a sorcerer of some kind, she would know how to do that, wouldn't she? So she must be something else entirely. Something more unnatural and not God-given. Her shoulders tuck and muscles tense at the thought.]