[ Garrot just shrugs at the month-counting. He'd say that only his youngest cared at that age, but they all kind of did. At least once the older ones hit puberty, they didn't care about the months anymore. But it's Olivia's pausing and stammering that gets a real reaction out of him.

Garrot just blinks at her questions a few times, processing her incredibly personal question, before his demeanor goes grim, full-on doom and gloom deadpan. ] I used an ancient Bugbear blood magic ritual to infuse parts of my body and soul into children that died on my operating table. They live with me until they're strong enough to survive on their own.

[ He's absolutely lying, but she asked about magic and this is a golden opportunity to get some laughs in. So he'll just stare at her. Blankly. Until the act starts to falter and Garrot's smirking and he lets out a tiny little squeak of not-quite-suppressed laughter. ]