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"Yes," Greta confirms with a little nod. "Her coat isn't here, though. That's why she can't speak." Or turn into a seal and disappear into the ocean forever, but Greta's not exactly distraught about that part.

"She still does have a bit of magic about her, though." This isn't home, where such a thing would be admitted in hushed tones, and Greta makes an effort -- for Saoirse's sake -- to sound casual. It helps that her magic really does seem harmless. "When she plays her shell, these little fairy lights appear. They don't really seem to do much but look pretty, but they're a bit of a shock if you're not expecting them."

Greta hesitates for a beat, then decides she has to at least touch on the seals. If they do this again, especially once the weather warms, he and Jordan are bound to notice, anyway. "And there are the seals. They seem drawn to her, and she to them, especially if she gets close to the water." She scrapes her hair back, frowning a little in spite of herself. "She knows it's too cold for swimming, but..." she lets out a breath and shrugs uneasily.