She wasn't very old, that was true. Only just old enough to be coronated. "I'm twenty-one," she admitted quietly. "And I barely saw my sister for thirteen years." Or not at all. But that was a part of her history she didn't entirely want to get into just yet. Maybe ever. Lomea accepted her and her powers. No reason to tell her just how badly it all could go.
"I just miss her, that's all. She helps me...with all this. You know." Controlling her powers. But that was one of those things she didn't really want to talk about. At least not out loud. Then again, sometimes she thought the woman could actually read her mind.