"You're from the future?" The young girl questioned, eyes widening. "What is it like? Is Uther in your history? Or Arthur? What does it say?" She was genuinely curious, but couldn't stem the flow, either, continuing her prattle.
"Arthur's a bit of a prat sometimes," she advised him. "He pulls my hair sometimes, but Uther says he will be a good King once he's grown up more. He says Arthur's only mean because he likes me. You're a boy, do you think that's true?"