Conlan frowned, this time for the story he knew fairly well by now. He'd never met Rhiannon's husband, but all accounts described him as a fine man. There was no doubt why such a traumatic, horrible event would draw out power like that for one who had it, even knowing as little as he did about magic. He nodded after a moment, after coming to the conclusion that perhaps pushing was the only real thing she'd done, despite not actually knowing for sure. If she'd actually harmed anyone in the years since, something that that would surely be much harder to cover up, and he really couldn't see her doing something like that, even to save her own skin. Of course, there was a chance he was just convincing himself of that to make himself feel better, but he'd lived at the Rooster long enough to feel confident that he knew her at least well enough to decide he was probably right.
He relaxed notably, though he sighed. "Have you tried looking for someone who might be able to help you? Someone....like you?"