She had heard of Christmas before. Some traders who dealt with people from a far away land called England had mentioned it when she was a little girl. She brings her feet back out of the water, noting that they're a tad bit numb. "We should probably be heading home, but my feet need a little bit to warm up. What was your wish, if you can tell me? And what would your mother give you to help me in the water," she says, rubbing her feet one handed to help warm them up faster. She wiggles her toes, deeming them thawed enough to slip her shoes on. "You can tell me on the way home."