The man blinked in surprise. Sixty-seven sisters? That seemed completely impossible. but then again he knew absolutely nothing about fae. They could be born in litters for all he knew.
"That's quite an extensive family," He commented, looking up at him. "But it's important that I find her. The camps will not take her in and Masters would see her as broken. Due to her...condition she can't follow orders well. They would see her nothing more than food or worse I fear"
Even as he spoke, an ache grew in his chest as he thought of his sister alone or in more sinister hands. He had made a promise to take of her, to not let anything happen to her again. And it seemed he was breaking that promise.