The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

She blinked, managing to finally resume hiding behind a far less readable expression... and bit the inside of her lip a little, clasping her hands in front of her again as she let Mal continue to have her say uninterrupted. Honestly, letting her vent could only be for the best; she hadn't really much idea of the details, of what had been going on, as frosty as this young lady had been toward her previously....

Certain she'd finished, however, slowly, clearly, carefully, softly: "I'd asked questions." She hadn't been lecturing, she'd been shocked and concerned.

She didn't really wait for a retort to that, though, tilting her head a bit, eyeing Mal. "I do wonder, though: how old do you take me to be?" Was that a challenge of some kind, or a point she wanted to make? Because she hadn't changed her delivery, still not raising her voice any, certainly not seeming any more stern or annoyed... just baffled, almost. Just looking to clear something up, because apparently she suspected this was not just part of some kind of misunderstanding between them, but that it had something to do with the current topic...?