Beatrid flashed him an amused, wry smile. It was clear to her that he hadn't yet connected the dots, which was fine by her. Most people didn't, and she kept it secret from most, anyway. It just wasn't something one could openly talk about, something nearly as taboo as magic.
"I won't be having grandchildren," she said. "Or children, for that matter. Well. None of my own, in any case."
Cracking her knuckles, she gathered up her weapons--hopefully her pistols would still work after being waterlogged!--and headed over to him, nudging his shoulder. "Let's go. I do, in fact, know of a place that can shelter us for a night, at least."