[ Guess who is completely unaffected by Elle's truculence? Hint: its's Lucina. ]

Truthfully, there are all kinds of magic in the world. Some forms are odder than others.

[ Finally, the shirt is torn enough that she can just yank it over their heads without snagging on anything, and that's what she does. Into the trash pile it goes! Her next move is taking hold of Elle and setting her firmly down on her feet. ]

There, you're free. [ Beat. ] Are you all alone here?

[ If nothing else, she knows better than to explicitly ask after a young child's parents, as an orphan (of a sort) herself. ]