Sleepy Fox Hollow Just long enough to overthink.

please continue to skip me at your leisure!

Fiona was more of the mind that some patients were not worth saving. She considered the girl to be one of them. The witch had not signed any hippocratic oath. She remained quiet—undetected for the time being—listening as they passed words back and forth. The tale of the grandmother was particularly interesting. It was not a thing Fiona could imagine herself doing, but it was quite a clever way to kill a bear.

Then, an apology, a sliver of empathy for Etienne was shown by Anselm. Very curious, indeed. It was strange to think that Anselm had been so clear on Fiona getting nowhere near the other man, when they appeared to be on good terms otherwise. Then again, matters of children were often well-guarded by the leader of the pack. Fiona was simply glad to have a plan for herself.

Her ear turned toward them again when Etienne mentioned his grandmother and her wife. She had heard of such things, but they were not common where she had come from. Such pairings did not bring about children to populate the coven.