She wanted to believe him.

She wanted answers.

She wanted things—namely, her damn body—to go back to normal.

Nell realized, rather begrudgingly, that her best bet was on the first of those goals, though it would take a lot of willpower, she knew, to let the matter drop altogether. For now, though, she must take Mr. Hunter at his word. Clearly, her youthfulness had impaired her interrogation abilities: she was unlikely to get any further, at least right now.

With a curt nod, the smaller-than-usual witch bid her farewell. Perhaps she might find answers in the castle's library.