Salazar didn't need to peer into the child's mind to know she was lying. He knew this child was lost and, from the looks of her clothing, he could discern she was not among the many from the future. Her clothes matched those of his own time.
As she turned away, his countenance softened by the faintest degrees, his frown fading. He was not good at consoling children as young as this lamb. Such tasks usually fell to Helga.
"You needn't lie to me, young fledgling," Salazar said, the edge in his voice gone. He straightened up, standing to his full height again. "I was also lost when I was brought here by Lady Skeeter."