All around Ita, the air crackled with electric tension. Fisher's face fell solemn as he listened to whatever it was Ita's parents were saying. "They don't know," he told her, his eyes intent on Streva. "But she remembers it was two women. They were magic users. Sorcerers, something. She said your dad fought them, but they kinda..." It was obvious that whatever Streva was telling him was horrific, but he simply said to Ita "He was defeated." And then he shot a look over Ita's shoulder, a look that clearly said 'I am absolutely not telling her that'.
"It wasn't people they knew. She says that they wanted the house, they wanted access to whatever it was their creator was making." Fisher raised an eyebrow at the 'creator' comment, but he figured Ita would know what the hell they were talking about. "Something about an eternal flame... Riden says he didn't know what that meant. But the women wanted to go into some room no one is allowed in, and he said no. They fought. Riden was struck with some bright green magic, he fell. Streva ran, but she came to a door to a room she wasn't supposed to go in, and..." He broke off, because Streva had become so hysterical he couldn't understand her words anymore.
After a brief pause, Fisher spoke again, his words soft and paternal. "Don't go looking for them, my little treasure," he told Ita. "It can't change anything now. All you have to do is be happy and safe. That's all we want from you." Fisher was having a hard time looking her in the eye, and an even harder time keeping tears from falling from them. He wasn't one for sentimental moments, mainly because he could not stop himself from getting emotional in them. Fisher always put up a hard front first to avoid his soft underbelly being exposed.