The way he produces the coin seemingly out of nowhere makes Elora think of Willow again, of the spontaneous sleight of hand that apparently saved her life. It's a fond memory now, at least, thrown as she might have been by the revelation at the time. Maybe it's just being a world away from her friends — her makeshift family, really — that makes it hard to be bothered by things that once weighed on her. Besides, it's not like she can't understand why someone might feel like a fraud and not want to admit it or let people down.

"Elora," she replies, curiously plucking the coin from between his fingers and peering at it, smiling as she does. The name may still not feel like hers, but she does her best to hide that. Looking up again, she asks, "Is 'Mad' really part of your name? Or just a title?"