Matilda thinks of what's happened in years past, thinks of what's happened already this year, and lowers her gaze demurely, sorrow flickering across her features as her hands fall gracefully to her lap. "I know I ought to have done something about it before more damage could be done. But they seemed so..." She trails off, thinking quietly about Ten, about the bizarre flame children that she had seen in the past. About the strange monster that made her companions play games today. When she glances back up at the Protector, she still looks sad. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not letting anyone else get hurt, this year."