At first, when he picked up the knife, she was going to stop him, but Keefe stopped herself and decided he knew what he was doing. After all, Izayah didn't seem to carry himself as the kind of person who goes 'Watch this!' and then does something foolish. He was young, not stupid. He cut his palm and allowed his blood to smear on the piece of potato he'd picked up. The ferret's eyes widened as the part of the plant suddenly began to grow new life, as though a potato had been left in the ground to take root.
Is he a druid like Ella?
No, that didn't seem to fit. Druidic magic was hardly a secret, in fact a well-known nature magic that put you in tune with the living world around you. When Izayah asked his question, Keefe shook her head. The term was completely unfamiliar to her, unless he meant that he was somehow a human filled with corruption. Somehow, the life-giving boy just didn't fit that venue. Apparently, though, people with his kind of blood power were very 'popular' in Essyrn. And for 'popular', read as 'useful as slaves'. When he met her eyes again, they were some damn serious eyes.
"I abhor the idea of people as a commodity, like they were nothing more than...dill leaves and oregano."
Her hardened expression calmed down after a bit.
"I spent a good part of my life in Seren, as you know, and even though there is some slavery there, I like that they will not remain so forever. Even still, it's not something I would approve of, so your family will never have anything to fear from me."
More than likely, if any such people came to take them, said slavers would meet a bloody demise.