Still feeling the confusion in her mind at his appearance, she did have to admit at least the folk stories were true about how beautiful elves were.  Thankfully the cloak hide more than that or she might not have been able to make much sense while he was standing there.  She listened to his explanations and nodded as if it made sense to her, which it didn't, and looked over to her aunt who stood silently by the table for a moment then spoke with unusual deliberation.  "Aye that could make sense fer why tha' Redcap were here.  Hurtin us wouldnae stop them from the foolish choices.  The town itself has argued, weill mos' a it has."  She poured herself and Tara a cup of tea, sliding the clay mug over to the dumbfounded girl.<br/><br/>"Yer nae tellin' me things I dinna know." She tapped her finger on her cheek, "I kin feel somethin' wrong, somethin' stirrin'."<br/><br/>Tara finally forced herself to pick up the mug and sip the tea, the hot liquid almost scalding her mouth as she hurriedly set the tea down.  "Alot to take in! I'll say.  In the US you all are just fairy stories!"  She shook her head, and finally shrugged, "Well what do you expect us to do about this all?  Aren't you all the magical ones?"