[Even if she was either of those, she would likely eat them anyway. Erim, in her current state, would likely consume rotten squash or windowsill bugs if Cain suggested it.]

Oh, never, nothing - nothing at all like that! Anything you suggest will be mine and Felix's dinner.

[The silver haired woman frowns.] And the children, I suppose.

[Though she never cared for them in the first place, right now any other child in the world pales in comparison to Cain.]