No. Evalina answered grimly to herself as she moved forward to sit in a spare chair. They would most certainly not have left her there had she known his whereabouts. The witch laced her fingers together in front of her, her gaze on Rufina as she fretted over her husband. A look of empathy showed on her face, however she knew there was not a speck of pure blood inside her that would conjure up feelings of fear, anxiety and helplessness towards her own husband.

As the conversation shifted more towards Evalina herself, she found her shoulders droop a fraction of an inch. Enoch. Her son, her pride and joy. A muscle twitched in her throat as all aforementioned emotions crashed upon her like a wave. Her eyebrows knitted together even further and she pursed her lips. "I unfortunately find myself in the same boat as yourself," she replied, doing her best to smile ironically, though her voice was lower than usual and the commanding tone she used on the witch had fractured. "I have heard no word from anyone in my family." It seemed they were both left to be tortured.