Amaya was crouched down in front of the bucket, hands cupped in the water when Akihime spoke. She stopped where she was, staring at the water before glancing over her shoulder at Akihime. “You are, as are all children.” It was a blunt statement, but the way she said it, it was almost like she was trying for it to sound kind. “Every child is naive to start, none grow out of it at the same time- very rarely -just be glad you’re allowed such a thing.” She brought the water to her lips. “Some children are robbed of it too early.”