"You had better hope she isn't; otherwise, there may be casualties - deaths - that you'd be responsible for, for letting her escape," he couldn't help a glare; she was being absolutely irresponsible. It was her duty as a witch to keep others out of safety by reporting any fugitives, yet she was refusing. He didn't know why, but he did know it was not the right thing to do.
"Listen to yourself: the more you try and explain this nonsense the more ridiculous you sound. She became 'immune?' Being hunted down because she won't take a potion that apparently we all are taking but don't know about? Honestly," he was becoming more frustrated with her as time went on. He would have been fine simply berating her for believing the lunatic, but she wouldn't tell him anything about her on top of it all.