[ Sumina's lips draw into a thin line as Amelia shuts her laptop... She can't help but feel that she's fully derailed the other woman from her work. Still, she idly picks at the flaky crust of one of the pastries she'd piled onto a plate for the two of them, and listens dutifully.

As someone whose family is rather tightly knit, even given their jointly chaotic lives (perhaps especially because of their jointly chaotic lives) what Amelia describes of witches and clans seems quite... sad. It hardly feels like the time to dig into it deeper, however, or to ask Amelia about her own family, especially when she considers how Amelia had been reluctant to speak of the plight of witches in her world before.

Moreover, Sumina simply must wonder... how does Ms. Amelia feel about being a witch? Perhaps it's the almost all-too-composed way that she speaks of her own kind, but... ]

I can see where you're coming from, I think. Perhaps... your theory and the outlook of many elves where I'm from aren't so dissimilar, Ms. Amelia.