Vara listened, but her mind could not figure out a way to satisfy the witches.  If she returned to Blackvayne now, he might just kill her and be done with all of it.  Now it seemed if she tried to return with him to the witches, they would do the same.  It seemed she was destined to die no matter what she did.  Even running off by herself was not an ideal thing.  Other factions might kill her on sight.  It felt rather hopeless and with the way she was feeling, it was tempting to just walk back into the village, walk into the castle, and force Blackvayne to confront what he had done.<br/><br/>Her brow furrowed and she looked at him.  “Why did you save me?  For intel, but they could have tortured that out of me and I would have buckled without the connection to Blackvayne.”  It would not have been humane, but she would not have had to suffer knowing that her parents were already gone.  Vara took a breath and blew it back out again.<br/><br/>“You can tell them that he murdered my parents and that I have no love for him...I’ll help you take his throne from him, I’ll help them kill him.  I...I...” Her head felt suddenly light and she had no idea how to please these witches.  She sat on the ground, defeated and then a strange thought crossed her mind.  It was far too much to ask of Geraint, but it was the only way she thought she might be able to remain here and continue to help him.  “Would your witches respect a mate bond?  Or is your exile so negatively regarded it would not matter?”  If the witches really did see the werewolves as creatures of the goddess, then they had to believe in the natural order.  SHe just was not sure if that would apply to Geraint, because he lived outside of the pack order.  Out of the hierarchy that needed to breed and create new protectors of the earth.