She had assumed it had meant the witch and her own abilities. Hoping deep down that it meant they weren't that much alike, no matter why the witch had chosen her. To face that it might be DG made her blanch, leaning back slightly in her chair as her hands slid away from her mug.

"A child's understanding is all I have of my sister," she pointed out, chin lifting as her voice darkened slightly. "She was killed by the witch when I was in my early annuals as a young woman and now I will never know her as a grown woman. I have no option but to see her through those eyes.