Cathair had finally given in to his growling stomach around mid morning and stopped to grab some brekky at the shop where the food was. It niggled at him to trust food someone else had prepared, but really, if these people wanted to do anything to any of them, they had ample time between the abductions and the time they woke up. So whatever they might be lacing the food with wasn't likely going to do anymore damage. And he needed food to think properly and strong coffee didn't hurt anything either.
He was wandering around the cottages getting a better mental layout when he spotted a woman walking around. Like Riffraff, she seemed to have a purpose in mind, but unlike the scrawny English girl, this woman appeared to be pregnant. He stopped in his tracks, crossing himself as he muttered a curse under his breath. Didn't that just make the motives of whomever had captured them even more sinister?
Hopefully, this encounter would start out better than his last one. "Hello?" he called as he started crossing towards the woman.