She beams at the new, warmer clothes, and she hugs her coat to her. It isn't her selkie coat, but it's warm and pretty, and her fingers and toes begin warming in their new adornments quickly. She looks up at him when he continues speaking, listening with as much seriousness as she can muster. She doesn't know how magic can be not quite good and not quite bad; that sounds like it's nothing at all. She tilts her head to the side, plainly not understanding.