[h3][color=moccasin]Ethra[/color][/h3]
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So… Griffin’s condition was the result of an ancient witch coven’s contingency plan, propagated generation after generation. As she listened to his explanation, she found herself just the slightest bit captivated by it, imagining all the scenarios in her head. But then, something towards the end… didn’t add up.

[i]If the witches’ physical bodies were eaten… how were they able to procreate?[/i]

That was the one hangup in Griffin’s explanation. With Ethra’s spelling the question out in her head though, Irsk provided comment.

[indent][i]Either there’s details he left out, or more likely, he’s lying.[/i][/indent]
[i]Why would he-[/i]

[indent][i]Do you wanna ask him?[/i][/indent]
She didn’t respond. She simply looked at Griffin as he averted his gaze from both the bagoyép and the - rather intrusive - lycan girl, in the process of rewrapping his bandages around his person. Ethra had a feeling that all this, Griffin talking about what he was, was making him… uncomfortable. She wondered, what reason would he have for lying, if he was? Maybe it was just the pressure from several people prodding him about it. Or maybe it was something much more… clandestine.

Then Ethra thought to herself… did she really want to be the type to pry? After all, she and Griffin had only met an [i]hour[/i] ago. In all fairness, he had good reason to be restrictive with his own words.

Thus, Ethra ruled that now simply wasn’t the time to press. The Eaten and she were roommates - if anything, they’d build up to a point where some secrets could be divulged. But not today.

And so, after a bout of silent thought, Ethra said to Griffin, “That’s very interesting.”

With as much sincerity as she could muster.