"You ok?" Hawking asked his voice showing genuine concern, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I've never met a Golgotha that couldn't transform."

He then grabbed a piece of deer meat and offered it to her. Wait, did she eat meat? Either way, it would be rude not to offer her something.

"Here." he said gently, "You must be hungry. Maybe it would help if I answered some questions."

Hawking was still rather confused. How could there be a Golgotha he didn't know about? How come she couldn't transform? Before now, he was certain the only members of his kind were him, his father, and his brothers.