"Wonderful for you." The crone looked over the wings, imagining them in ways that only her husband would appreciate. Perhaps the good doctor. Even the dark one. Yet, they were not here. None of them were here. Not exactly.
"What did he teach you? Magic?" She wasn't letting go the pixie nature of the woman in front of her. She couldn't; there was magic there. If this teacher was magical, Baba Yaga might need to look into it. She didn't need any unknowns in mystical matters.