[ The laughter makes her brighten, her smile widening as she looks up at him. ]

Oh, they told stories about me as well, and not very nice ones to say the least. Honestly, some of the rubbish people come up with is just completely out of hand - as if any of it could be true! [ Alright, she could turn into a lioness and, yes, she was becoming rather dangerous with a sword, but that didn't mean half of the lies and slander the Unseelie court seemed entirely stubborn about were true. The only real truth was the bounty on her head, and she was more than glad to leave that behind.

It's easier to focus on Robb, to tilt her head up and listen as he speaks. ] Well, I suppose a little bit of magical talent would help. Wands can be used by muggles, or people without magic, especially since magical power is passed through the bloodline, but the problem is controlling the magic. Wands belong to people and they choose their owners and don't really take kindly to strangers waving them around willy-nilly. Muggles can't perform magic themselves - they're stuck with whatever reaction the magical object gives them.

[ And now she feels like she's stuck in some kind of awful lecture mode and she grips the pillow, holding it against her chest and breathing out. ]

You can't actually die from splinching, but the wounds you get from it... Those can be quite lethal.