The two continued to eat, though there was some definite tension that hung in the air, at least from Ana's point of view. She wasn't that hungry but she forced herself to eat because she would need some sort of sustenance to work, and it would also be impolite to just waste the food the mysterious boy had bought her. "She-" Anabelle began to speak but then someone approached the table. "Thanks." She told the man and went to take a drink before she went back to what Kieran had brought up. "Well my mother...she doesn't really..." She glanced down at her half eaten meal.

"She just doesn't like to talk about it. I've brought it up a few times but she would change the topic, do anything to advert my attention so after a while, I stopped bringing it up. As a child, she would tell me magic was real but I guess when I saw it really was, she began to make everything a joke or something." Anabelle said quickly as she looked back up. "I don't want to upset her so I've never really tried to get to the bottom of it. It didn't seem right to press the matter." She shrugged a little. It was apparent however, that this, whatever it was, wasn't going away and she was finding herself generating more questions. And from the sound of things, Kieran had his own inquiries on the matter.

Should she introduce them?

Would that be wise?

Ana scratched her neck a bit. "So do you...I mean, can you do anything?" She asked him, not sure if she wanted to know. The veil wasn't off entirely just yet but if he could do magic like her, she couldn't keep denying the truth, whatever it may be. Anabelle wanted to know that she wasn't alone and that what she did wasn't so bad. After all, she was helping people. Her mother was clearly trying to protect her but Ana wasn't a child anymore and something was going on. Ana didn't want to be on the sidelines, left to live a mundane life. 

- - -

Sleep was easy for him. His mind could be turned off like blowing out a candle. 

Devon found comfort in the wilderness. While it could be unpredictable and dangerous, it provided him plenty more comfort than apprehension. The boy was keen to check every hour or so to make sure the area wasn't being disturbed by anything other than animals. But thanks to the fanciful lore which surrounded the lake, they didn't have any visitors. He found himself sleeping a bit later than usual but didn't think much of it. He pushed himself up and saw Rhys was busying doing something. He got up and finished putting the rest of his clothes on.

"Morning." He greeted as he finished packing the rest of his things up. It was sunny and warm. A thin layer of fog remained, hanging low around them but it wasn't too worrisome. "We better get going soon." He said. He took his pouch out and drank all the wine from it. He licked his lips and went over to the water and rinsed it out, replacing it will fresh water. He put it back away and stretched. A restful sleep was a great remedy for anyone with a restless mind or body. Of course it would be more useful to have a Healer with them but he saw Rhys' skills as untapped and hopefully useful in their quest.

When it seemed like she was ready to head out, he directed them along the west side of the lake. 

"Do you have any family?" He asked her. Devon suspected she did, but they didn't like her talents. Or they were dead. People being torn from their families was something he hated to see. He knew that hardship well and he hoped that the future would be more safe and reassuring, more understanding and accepting. He could read her mind to find out, but he found it more engaging to have a two sided conversation with someone, especially someone who may be with him for a while. For now, there wasn't anything annoying about the route, the grass would tapper off soon, give way to a dirt road with trees and bushes.