"She seems alright. Tired. She's waiting in the kitchen." The brunette responded. She was a bit surprised at the mans concern for the girl. She had come to believe that the only person Lucius really cared about was Lucius. A belief that the witch seemed to prove right time after time. "Who is she and what is she doing here?
Stepping out of the way she had the witch follow her into the kitchen where the little girl was waiting. "Can I get you anything sweetheart?" She asked, her face kind. She felt a pang of sadness run through her briefly. This child made her miss all of the camp children she had taught when they were free.