Sandro had already turned, his mind on the matter of what precisely to do with the girl when something warned him to look again. He watced her face go from that of a near child near his neice's age to something else... something within her looked out at him. The chill down his spine warned him a scarce moment before her voice spoke in tones clearly not her own or death warrants and his sister's child...
He didn't have time to process it before the girl dropped to the deck in an abject bow. Prophecy. Gods be good, he'd heard of it from Valyssa on occasion but never thought to see...
"No apologies needed," he said and bent to drag her back to her feet. "Being stranded on a bit of wood will rattle anyone's mind, child. I think we'd better get you dried off before any more loose words tumble out, don't you think?" He steered her toward the stairs. "Mind your head. Now what was your name again?"