You know how sometimes, you bring out the Christmas lights, and you string them up, and one of the bulbs is out? Releah isn't that bulb, but she is the bulb that you replace the bulb that's out with. And it's just a little off color or a little too bright or dim, because the other bulbs have been there since at least the last ice age, and any new bulb is strange and out of place just because it's new. That's how Releah is. It's not that she's stupid; it's just that she doesn't have everything that she needs to be smart. She's new, fresh, very much a child in a world of adults, and she doesn't realize it. Everything, to her, is new and exciting. Even mundane things—the smallest corpse of trees might fascinate her for hours, though someone else of Releah's apparent age would no doubt pass it by without a thought.
Sarivi had offered his advice, and of course Releah took it into consideration, because he was her friend, wasn't he? She was fairly certain that she understood the concept of friends, if nothing else. It was when you liked someone and they liked you back, even if they wouldn't admit it. Or, that's what the mageling had told her. So she really did like Sarivi, and she was fairly certain that he liked her, too, so that made them friends, right? Still, there was something she didn't understand: "What's 'something bad', Sarivi?" But Deimos didn't seem upset by the possibility of "something bad", and he was really nice, so she wasn't too worried.
If Releah knew anything about anything, she would know that the smile on Deimos's face was not a nice, kind thing, but in fact would probably kill flowers if there were any about. But it was hard for her to connect the things that she had seen and heard and smelled as a wind spirit to situations. But this situation was one that she knew at least what to say, if not what to do. She spoke strangely confidently and seriously, as she had heard it spoken before by many voices, "In return for your help, I will give you something of equal value to you. So I speak, so I intend." Even her sweet alto voice, the intonement lost none of its gravity. It had that sort of sparkle to it, the one that might just be in your mind but still made you want to follow through—not that Releah, daft though she was, would consider breaking the agreement.
But after she had said this, she was back to her bubbly self, peering at him curiously as he smiled maliciously. Although she had swept across many faces and knew the feel of different expressions, she didn't know what they looked like. She couldn't see the little differences, only that the smile Deimos wore looked right on him, and so that was what prompted her to tell him with a sweet sort of cheery excitement, "I like your smile!" And she did.
Perhaps it was a good thing that Releah didn't know how or why to be or act scared. If she did, she would simply appear dim. Because she didn't know fear, because even if she felt it she would not be able to name nor act on it, she did not appear dim so much as absolutely off her rocker. Hitting stupid people is commonplace. Hitting crazy people is stupid, because crazy people are likely to go apeshit on you if you provoke them. And though Releah was neither stupid nor crazy (not permanently, at least) she did very, very much appear to be insane. This, perhaps, was the only thing that might keep her safe.