Gretel made a face; conflicted, and guarded, the territory Emma touching on was hitting a specific nerve that hadn't been tweaked in months. Because Hansel absolutely refused to talk about it; after Muriel was dead and the Blood Moon coven scattered, he refused to speak of any of it- ever.
She sighed through her nose, rubbing at her brow with a couple fingertips and tried to decide whether or not to keep going with the subject, or stay on topic.
"Defense would've been a lot better for their survival, that's for sure." Her voice had gone grave, but she didn't continue. Only pushed at the pages to a newer-looking spell, with a rough drawing of a woman holding a wand, which seemed to emit a bubble or shield of light around her body. "I can't promise how well this magic will work here, either."