She watched the candle gravely, only barely wincing at the rush of magic. Moving forward, she ran her fingertips just above the flame, mesmerized by its light. "I was never taught," she said slowly, dark eyes glancing back at Elaine over the candlelight. "But I recognize power when I see it." A side effect of being Morgan's daughter.
"She is not a silly child. She is searching for who she is, as are we all." A faint, sad little smile and she turned back to the flame. "I don't think it was a mistake," she mused after a beat. "I think you were in love. Love is every bit as powerful as magic. More so, because it cannot be predicted or controlled."