Loretta blushed, though it was hidden by the darkness of the cave, as she felt a finger go to her lips to quiet her. She turned her head away from the touch, looking up at Alder. She recognized his voice easily, able to distinguish his voice from the others. His accent was like his parent's, but more subtle and gentle, the soothing, almost alluring, tone that the alpha had also being able to be heard in Alder's voice. The other wolves didn't have much of an accent, and Konrad's accent was thick and strong. She knew eventually she would be able to tell each of them apart by their voices, as each was so distinct.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œIf youâ€™re talking about healing Konradâ€™s wounds, Iâ€™m sure it did work. Like I said heâ€™s asleep at the moment.â€</span>The girl nodded and managed a small smile. "I'm glad I could help him." She whispered very softly. Her voice was so quiet that she could barely hear herself speak, but she knew Alder could hear her.<br/><br/>For a moment Loretta just laid there, her back against the uncomfortable floor of the cave. She slowly managed to sit up, her eyes catching on the flask beside her. Glancing towards the werewolf boy sitting near her, she carefully reached for it and took it in her hand when he didn't attempt to stop her. Tracing her finger along the top of the bottle and tasting it. Trying to see what may be inside; she was very wary of all of this, but she knew it wasn't poison. Mostly trying to make sure it wasn't alcohol or something. "Water." She murmured quietly, smiling a bit. "Pure water. From a natural spring, correct?" She looked to Alder again. She had heard Konrad ask his son to go get her water, but hadn't been sure what the flask contained at first. Still, she knew fresh, clean water when she tasted it. Loretta raised it to her parched lips and slowly drank it, though she was exceptionally thirsty. Being out with the fire had made her throat painfully dry. And the water tasted so good. After a few big sips, she put it back down again, wiping the remaining liquid from her lips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œI guess I know why my father spared you now.â€</span><br/><br/>Loretta returned her gaze to Alder as he spoke again, curious about what he was asking... or what he wanted from her exactly. He wouldn't have stayed up like this if he wasn't still curious himself. What did the boy want to know?<span style="font-style: italic">â€œSo tell me, are you a witch? Iâ€™ve never really seen powers like that so you have to be a witch, right?â€</span>"I don't know what I am." She replied honestly. "All my life I had been normal. Just a regular human. This is the first and only time I've used these strange healing powers of mine. None of my family members had such gifts, no one in the town did. Anyone found to be thought as a witch was quickly killed; no one like witchcraft in Moonshire, no one likes anything that isn't normal. That is another reason I figure I might as well be a good girl here. I can't go back home with these powers, I'll be killed. Besides, any sacrifices that return are killed as well, thought to be spies or even witches for being able to escape the werewolves... though it's only happened once that I know of, a long time before I was born."