Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

The man stopped- and her gaze flicked to her mate to see his face when he heard the name of his family members. She saw a moment of skepticism, followed by belief. She understood the feeling- finding out what had become of her mother, and meeting her sister had filled some sort of void that she hadn’ realized had been a part of her problematic behavior. 

But now Ancelin learned that his father, at least, had had this man as a servant, and that his family had been a cult of witches. It wasn’t exactly the news she’d wanted for him- but it might help him make some sense of himself.

The man was uncomfortable with the things he was admitting, and it served as a deterrent; he now seemed to want to leave. As much as she wanted to see him go, she wanted for Ancelin to get his answers, too. 

”An’ why’d you come here?” She asked, now hoping to dissolve the mystery around the wounded man. ”Look, we’ll-“ She glanced to Ancelin hastily. ”We’ll feed you…You can maybe take sheltuh here while you heal- if you’ll help him learn more about hith family.”