Meg was expecting offense at being called out. Regardless of how long they'd been working together, most mages she interacted with were prideful enough to start grandstanding at the mere implication they'd done something wrong.
Instead the mage looked like he was trying to decipher a foreign language using a grammar book written five centuries ago. "So... you think... eating children is wrong?"
"What? Of course eating children is wrong. What are you-- Have you been eating children!?"
"No! No, why would I- no, yes, eating children is wrong I'm glad that I-- we--"
The realization hits like a wet sock. "You thought I was eating children."
"No! I mean, I'd never seen you eat children, and I thought there was a chance if you hadn't then you didn't like them--"
"Why would you work with me if you thought there was a chance I was eating children? No, why wouldn't you turn me in??"
Her friend looked sheepish, staring anywhere except her face. "Have I ever mentioned that I might have a slight loyalty problem?"
"In that you have too much of it? No!"