A few years. That was enough to make her breathe a sigh of relief. Not a part of this place, then, just an unfortunate coincidence. Less chaotic than she'd feared, then, but still not good. And yet "could be worse" seemed to be a way of life.

Somehow, though, she couldn't help but feel some pity for the girl. She did know, after all, what it was like to have an uncontrolled gift.

"You'll never learn to control it if you isolate yourself."