"That's okay," Nadine says, quietly. She holds a hand in front of her, cupped like holding something, and mumbles under her breath until a lick of flame appears over her palm. "So am I."

She closes her fist to snuff out the flame, still not able to maintain it for very long. But it's proof of what can be learned here, what the welcomed guests are being given.

"They're encouraging us learn magic. Seems like that maybe isn't the best idea, but...no matter how these people go about what they're doing, they think they're doing the right thing. That's the sense I've gotten. They want our help."

Just not everyone's apparently.