"I didn't want to think that..." She admitted gently, frowning at herself, being weighed down more and more with guilt, everything she said seemed to make her feel worse. Made her feel bad, for not thinking the best, not expecting the best of them all. "I do not know if you know, but Grumac told me his brother cast them out, claims they are less, that they are of bad blood." Her tone tightened, something she understood, in some ways, and could not fathom in others. When they had met the Orc's brother, it had confirmed it, in his behavior, in his odd ways.

"I do not want to think so." She swallows as she can't seem to meet his gaze now, too burdened with her own thoughts. "I cannot be so unsure, I cannot risk the lives of the people I want to protect, not for something I have no answers for.

"Even the way Marta looks upon them, with... with unpleasantness. Blood matter so much to so many." She didn't understand it, but sadly, she was learning it.