Aesha looked at him. Blinking a bit and listened to his explanation. When he put it that way it did make sense it was her. Magic? She didn't know she could do magic. She just wanted to help her friend to not get majorly hurt by that pepper spray stuff. Did this magic of hers have anything to do with why she was on a wooden raft floating down the rapidly moving river on the edge of town? Maybe it did. Maybe it didn't. She smiled seeing him sit up like he wasn't in pain anymore. Jumping and blushed when he gently grabbed her wrist. Looking at him as he began studying her markings. She flushed a bit more. Looking away a bit. Feeling him tracing the markings. "According to the doctors and scientists...I've always had these markings. They weren't tattooed on. Unlike everyone keeps whispering. I don't have tattoos...they were always there." She said softly. Watching him now as he traced the markings. It made her blush as it felt strange having someone tracing them. "I'm just glad they help you like you help me." She said honestly. Looking at him with a smile. "I guess so. I really don't know anything about me. No one seems to know anything about me. Not even my foster mother." She shifted a bit. "So what do we do now?" She asked curiously.