Gyrfalcon's Keep red hill

She assumed Rusalka had already sorted out whatever there was to know about the boy, and however much it was he'd gleaned, she would find out from him later. For now, they had a very hungry child on their borders who had the wild look of one who knew what it felt like to be lost. Being questioned once was enough, for now. 

She pursed her lips and nodded when given his name, approvingly. It wasn't a terribly flattering name, she thought; granite wasn't a gemstone and was fairly common, but she tried not to judge him for it. After all, it'd likely been given to him by his parents...And his parents had somehow allowed him to wander off. He was likely far better where he was, now. 

And so, she'd save questions and stout judgement for later, and simply sweep him into her care alongside her own children. "Well, Granite- you like how that tastes, or would you like something more fresh?" She asked. "We have better food than that," She reassured him.