Luckily for her, Marjara deals with a lot of expositional conversations. So the air of patient curiosity continues as Pidge explains herself, though the last portion of that earns a faint wince.

"Well. We used to be immortal, as it turned out. And not all of us can use magic."

So there, Pidge. You get some of it right. That's got to be worth something, doesn't it? Although it's strange that a land where her people don't exist still somehow know of them.

"It might even be possible that we did exist once, and simply..." She bites her lip before shrugging mildly. "Died out. Became nothing more than myths and stories."

A morbid thought, but not one so farfetched.