'Batteries?' she paused for a moment, leaning against him as she did so, their arms still entwined. 'Do you mean those things that make... other things go when they're not attached to the wires in the wall?' for someone from the 5th century, she was doing alright for herself but honestly, it was all a great deal to take in and sometimes she found herself uncertain.

She began walking again, leading him around a corner as she did. 'Magic is treason back home. I don't mind, but Uther tends too.'