"Making judgments is impossible to avoid," Lorcan said patiently, balanced between irritated and fascinated, not by what she was saying but by how she was saying it. He was suddenly extremely aware of how young Lucia was.
"Prizing human emotions is a judgment," he continued, and smiled wryly. "As I judge it, at least. But I guess it's one we're likely to make, being human. We're made that way." He grinned. "And I don't know about you, but I'm the person who made Min, and who's lived in her for years. I do know her pretty well. Come have a drink."
He ran up the stairs onto the porch and sat down on one side of the porch swing. "I'm just having a glass of water, do you want something else?" he asked Lucia.