Justin, himself, ate far less than she did. He was not much of a breakfast portion. A cup of eggs, two pieces of bacon and a scoop of grits was all he ate. He let her eat as much as she wanted. The rest could go away and be eaten as leftovers. Or given to the good magical beings that dropped by every now and then. He looked at her as she seemed lost in thought about something. His mother had vanished soon after giving birth to him. When he magicked his pacifier into the crib it had freaked her out badly. She couldn't stand have a magical baby and left her son with his father. His father wasn't around as much as he used to be. Off doing things with his Uncle Christopher. He didn't mind it though...he could always scry bowl to talk with them.<br/><br/>He listened as she spoke. "Thats it? You are a werewolf? That is a lot simpler than your wariness and fear led me to believe." He smiled at her. "Creatures considered magical or of the supernatural aren't a new thing to me. You had me thinking it was something different than you being a werewolf. Like maybe daughter of a warlock." He said. "I can protect you from other werewolves." He said. "I won't make you tell me the long version. I've met Diego quite a few times. Needless to say he has never hit my idea of a good time of association." He shook his head. "Anyways...don't worry. I can keep us both safe from him and the pack." He reached and touched her hand. "It'll be okay. You aren't alone in this fight anymore. You have a friend now...me. A very powerful friend at that."