Caden can imagine what that must have been like, to be young and alone with no resources except the power to compel people. It would have been a tremendously hard power to ignore, and he doesn't think he could have done it either. He imagines willing people into giving him food, or a job, or a place to stay while he got on his feet. But he doesn't get the impression that is quite what April is talking about.

"How big?" He asks warily, looking up at her. "What did you do?"