She's heard about magic since coming here. Not, like, in the abstract sense: Beau had believed in magic in his own way, of course. Regan probably had, too, when she'd been younger. But Greta had told her that, here, people come from places with real magic.

It's still kind of hard for her to believe. She hasn't seen much of it yet, so it's easy to pretend she'd never learned it at all. But now she's faced with it again, and she tilts her head, unable to hide the uncertainty — very nearly the fear, even — at the remark.

"Real magic?" she asks, a bit hesitantly.