"No one's ever in good with fae." Her knowledge of all things magic might be somewhat lacking, but even she knows how tricky fae can be. "How are the witches complicated?"

"Bitten?" Girl asks absently, sipping at her drink. This is far more in line with the kind of small talk she expected. What are you, how did it happen; the sort of conversations she'd been on the periphery of when she was younger. "How long? If ya wanna share."

"But now that you have been part of one, bet ya understand why I'm not keen to run off to somethin' else. No one else is ever gonna treat ya like pack will." She believes that firmly, if only because she has such little experience with anything else.