When the tissue box was moved to the table between them, Viola leaned forward to take one of them, "Thank you." She spoke soft before using it to blot at her eyes. To her, it was so far so good in the acting as if she was lost without her maker, and trying to keep the respect.
"He owned a bookshop back in Ireland, in Belfast, he was part of a larger group of people, all hunters I think, but as far as I know he hasn't had contact with any of them since he left Ireland." She paused, as if she was trying to remember everything, but really was just trying to buy herself on some time to figure out how much she wanted to tell this woman. And what information she wanted to keep to herself to use for her own advantage. "He's very skilled in magic, and has been doing this a long time. And my maker wasn't the only one that he has killed. As for anything else, all I know is his name is Cathair, I don't even know the last name, he also has a child, a girl I think."