The girl looked at her. She might as well be speaking a different language for all the words that this child did not understand.

She held the torch a bit closer to the weird arm looking intently at it. Powered by magic. That was... The only bit she really understood. So it was armour that moved by itself under the power of this stupid weird not a priestess woman's magic.

"I do be thinking you can be fighting really well with it." Because surely that was the point of having an arm made of metal.