Frodo opened his mouth, on the verge of asking her what else she could be but a child but stopped himself before he went ahead. Some children were wise beyond their years, just as some much older than she never learned any such wisdom at all. "I am sorry."

Feet padding silently against the ground, the hobbit came over to her, looking over at the tablet she unfolded. Frodo watched as she seemed to go distant, seeing something beyond perhaps, then come back to the present. "We do not have such things where I come from." he said after a moment. "We have carts and horses, and one of the swiftest Quick Post service in miles around."