"Of course," she replies with a furrowing of her brow in thought, trying to recall what it was like for her as a child. Not that there's much to grasp outside of the way it had been stolen, but - she remembers hating when her parents or the other adults would talk around her as though she couldn't understand. Her parents had learnt quickly that those sorts of tactics didn't work, and though they modified some of what they talked about (certainly they didn't talk about all that was plaguing them around their young daughter), they generally spoke around and with her as though she were .. well, the human being that she was. Quick-witted, intelligent, observant. She imagines that most children would want to feel similarly, so she nods slowly in agreement. "So, a bit older, then? Teenagers?"