The mention of magic in this place does little to reassure her. She swallows as he speaks, trying to be attentive while her mind races in the background. The important thing for now is that this man -- Brennan -- is saying that he may be able to help her. A glimmer of hope was better than nothing at all.

She takes a deep breath in and nods. "My brother. His name is Garrett Hawke." All she can do now is to pray to the Maker that the name means something to Brennan, if what he's saying about people not coming from the same place has any truth to it.

"Do you know of him?" She knows she ought to give him more time to answer, but she's anxious -- reasonably so, she thinks.