Hand gripping to the back of Gretel's elbow, tightening as she took her support from him for a moment, Hansel couldn't avoid the growing confusion and furrow in his brow. Gretel wasn't making a lot of sense, wasn't sure if he'd turn up? And how did she know about these people, what people? He'd seen only her so far.
It made as much sense as the nonsense letter and the weird block thing left for him. "Gretel," they'd been in numerous situations that were complex or difficult, ones were the solution wasn't as clean and cut at just beheading and burning a witch. But this felt off. "How long have you been here?"
Hansel had turned around and she was gone, he'd followed and ended up on the staircase without a way to leave, and then he'd found her again. In the space of time he'd been able to tell nothing about this place or those in it. So how could she know them?