Moonspear the dark age

The kid shrank visibly at the critique and was neither happy, nor excited. Norah felt a little pang of regret for challenging the girl so. Perhaps, her questions should have been addressed to an adult, not left for a child to fight against. Especially since they did not have the wits or the weapons necessary to defend themselves. That's, why she did not think children were very useful. Their mental capabilities were too slow to develop for her liking. 

"Nay, nay, that won't do... Sialuk," she had almost called the girl by her nickname, but that would not make things any more interesting than they already were. "You let yourself be beaten down too easily. And prepare yourself - people criticizing you will happen way more often," the first blows were the hardest. "Look at my questions as a challenge - someone out there will ask them to you in the future and - perhaps - in a more demeaning and hurtful way too," she explained. "So - give it a thought and defend yourself," Norah finished, looking down at the girl.

She would never ever praise people for doing things that she considered useless or foolish (like playing with trinkets, but she could forgive anyone having a hobby), but the her pragmatic self would encourage a person to become better at valuable life-skills. Such as this.