For the longest while he stares at her, baffled. Her questions make him want to ask more questions in return. None of this makes any sense to him. The topic came out of the blue.

"Where are these questions coming from?" A thought hits him and he tilts his head. "Has someone been talking to you? Has Isidor been talking to you?"

Before she can answer, he shakes his head and waves his hands. "Nevermind. That's not important." Viatorus takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. Then he looks at Amelia, focusing on her again. "My family's not like that. They don't care if you're not magical. They only care that you're not going to hurt me, or them. That you're not a bad person. Which you're not, so that's alright."