What were her rules... that was a good question. With a small, somewhat vague shrug, Gretel shook her head a little. "The one big difference I've noticed between our world and any others is the dark witches in mine are all deformed, twisted creatures that used to be human- and all witches, white and dark, are women." There were no male magic users in her and Hansel's world. Through the hotel, she'd met many. "On top of that, our story seems to be known through ages, by different people in different times. We are...a fairy tale, a children's cautionary story. So that's fun to hear over and over." Read her sarcasm.
Gretel didn't note any specific signs of deception in his voice, regarding who his voluntary donor was, besides the omission of details. He wasn't lying to her, for now, so she decided to move on with him. Not like they weren't stuck in close proximity for the forseeable future.
Which brought them to his next question. Gretel actually sighed, her shoulders deflating a bit, before they stiffened when a cracked rib twinged hard enough to stop her breath. She cleared her throat.
"I've lost count," she admitted. "There never seems to be an end to how many can fit in this little...trap. When Hansel and I arrived, there were over a hundred. Over months, the number dwindled as many either died outside the walls or decided they couldn't take it anymore and stayed there on their own. One man- a werewolf, I think he was... he'd been here for over a hundred years- since he first started keeping track. There have been times when Hansel and I were the only ones here- for weeks on end."
She could go into all the things she and her twin had been through here, but that would take ages- and that was just for what she could remember. Enzo looked like he got the idea.