Children. Salazar did not argue further. Let her cling to the belief that every person, magical or non-magical, were good. It was hard to dislodge such a fanciful thought from a child.
"Salazar," he answered, and noticing how the cold was starting to make itself known to her, he removed his cloak and put it around her shoulders.
"Do you know the number of your new home?" Salazar asked.