Carolina had never had any particular desire to be a mother. She'd been alive since 1750 and not once had she made any effort to have any children. She had found you wandering around after running away. Your father had just died and she took you back to her place.

"You really should eat, sweetheart," Carolina said, passing you food. "I can get you whatever you want, y'know. I am a real witch." Even in just these few hours, she felt very maternal towards you. Even if you wouldn't believe her right away, she decided to drop the witch detail.