A brow rose at the quiver then at the smile. Her own smile remained on her lips as she looked at the thorn, not so much bane of her existence. Her head tilted slightly as she looked the young woman over, not answering yet.
"It was interesting. Not all of the stories were correct, but they weren't meant to be. They were meant for children to pore over, learning that you don't anger certain individuals and you listen to others. Yes, sometimes, they were all in one. Children learned not to anger those with power." It wasn't a veiled threat. It was a truth as far as the crone was concerned. "They also learned that there were consequences."
Her hand lifted and waved such things away. "You never have to worry about that, do you? Never step out of your little world, always so sweet and innocent. Do people ever grow tired of it? Do you?" She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as if she were trying to see something more. Then with a slight shake of her head, she smiled once more.
"Never get sick, Beauty. Never get old and sick. It makes you think much too much." She laughed softly.