Witches did hunt their own kind. It was a predatory world: magic. It didn't help Dark Magic typically came from sacrifice. The true Dark Witches had to gain their power from sacrificing something great enough to warrant a return on it. They took children most often because they were easy prey as well as worth more in terms of their usefulness in spells. Many spells required innocence which was only found in the very young. Hansel had learned too much in his life to believe he could ever be of use in a spell again. There wasn't any innocence left in him. Gretel either come to that though she'd always been and would always be greater than himself.
The woman seemed to come from a world where everyone ate each other, too. Predators of predators. He tried and failed to imagine a world where people with powers hunted one another down. The reasons were too varied for him to come up with a reasonable conclusion on his own. Hansel didn't think it was his place to ask about her injuries or how things worked in her world. She was a stranger to him still. They were not either of them the type who'd offer trust immediately. They weren't lucky enough to come from a world where that was the norm.
Instead, he asked, "Since you seem healed, want me to walk you over to the housing they give us? It ain't bad. Got water comes out of the walls. Hot and cold. Food. The place has you set up in its own kind of welcome. What you do with it is up to you."
Hansel had chosen to embrace it. He and his sister had landed in far worse situations -nearly in a few ovens over the years- which made this place feel as if it were its own kind of generous gift of the universe. If God was looking out for them, He'd finally sent them somewhere they could be happy as well as useful. He only wished they'd been given a little warning beforehand. The disorientation had yet to wear off.