The unfortunate Exile was spared nothing but a mere glance by Leo. The entire thing was almost amusing in its patheticness, but right now he couldn't even really find some petty satisfaction in their fear. He was just angry. Angry to be torn from something that he might have started considering as 'home' a little despite his best intentions and efforts not to get attached. It had been similar to the House of Fianna, but with some fundamental differences that set it apart enough that it didn't serve as a constant reminder of what he'd lost.

He nodded in agreement, the motion making his hood slide back slightly. They hadn't deserved to suffer, certainly not when they'd suffered enough just by being what they are: orphans. He was so used to people not caring that he could appreciate her obvious love of children. It reminded him of the matrons. He wasn't surprised that she'd received the same treatment as him though, but it brought back the bitter feeling strongly.

"Yes, they're doing better. But that's all I can tell you." The way he ducked his head, unable to keep his face from contorting with quiet rage, probably made it obvious that he was no longer welcome either.