[ Now that she's not being blinded or muttering curses about being blinded, Thomasin can recognize just how little this girl is. She is is a child younger than even Jonas and Mercy. Were she a boy, she would likely still be in skirts, not yet having reached the age of breeching. And no matter how fractious her relationship with her younger siblings may have become, recently, she is still a big sister. She knows how to make herself seem stronger and more capable than she actually is, to comfort the little ones. So when Anya switches up her inquiry to the tune Thomasin would expect, her expression softens, and she looks down and nods. ]

Aye. I am well enough, 'tis just... my mind is distracted.

[ And if she understood a little better how basic a flashlight is, she'd be embarrassed to have been educated on the subject by one so young, but as it is this just a very strange wonder that she's happy to have explained to her! ]

... Like as to a lantern, [ she says, thinking that she's Got It. ] But I felt no fire before. How is that possible?