Baba had felt fear before, and she'd felt small twinge of threatening mortality. But, it'd been so long it almost made her gasp to feel it now. It certainly made her angry. Something was not right, and it wasn't exactly the fact that she was standing outside her own cabin with a man who looked like the Big Fuckin' Bad Wolf.
"Oh, no, not to grandmother's. Perhaps to my friend the woodcutter." Baba was quickly working through all the stories. "He lives beside a stone cutter."
Maybe he smelled the tiny bit of fear that was creeping in, but she had to hope it smelled more like nerves. He was a dangerously handsome man after all, or she hoped to hell he thought so. She had been trying to fling him away a few times now, but no matter how much she stretched and pulled for the power, she got nothing. Not even moving her hand a little did anything; she was trying her best to be discreet about it all.