There was a soft laugh as she got what she wanted. It fit the face, even if it did have a hint of cruel bitterness to it. There was something childlike that this face, this body, no matter how old it got would keep. Probably part of the reason she'd kept it for so long, through so much. Then again, not many people wanted to be an old ugly crone.
"Good. Now, shall we removed its wings?" The question was one that said that eventually wings would be removed, but the exact timing of such removal was up for discussion. She stepped away, humming something that was probably older than both of them. She was pleased with her first bit of true magic. Oh, sure, she'd sent someone off to a long deep sleep, but anyone could pull a Snow White. And yes, she'd been an idiot seer who didn't know her proper place in the world - the magic that one could tap...Again, no small feat, but certainly not any new and exciting magic.
"You have never loved. You have never felt that particular connection to another being, not even an animal?" It was almost clinical the way she asked, almost; there was a soft 'ah' as she found a small container not far from their work table. "You have done this before; well, not this, but something similar. Did you not feel a connection to them?"
She reached in with her small little hand and squeezed the heart around the arrow head, not at all flinching at any spurts of blood. The jar was tipped to gather what blood it could.
"As you killed them, you did not feel any affection, any longing?" She looked up at him, smiling, not sadly or softly; it was a simple and possibly pleased smile.