Having kids isn't something that's ever been on Crowley's radar, despite his general fondness for them, so he can admit that he hasn't really paid much attention to the schools and scholarships and the kids that head off without ever coming back. If he thinks about it, one or two of his coworkers might have had kids that got Cygne's scholarship, but he's never really struck up a conversation with them, so he has no idea if anything fishy was going on.

"Most schools close down over the holidays." So where do these kids go, if they're not coming home? He's more idly musing than anything, turning over this new information while also being worried about Cato and also keeping an eye on the road. He's never liked this awful place, but the most respected woman in town is kidnapping children is still a hard pill to swallow.

As soon as back when comes up, Crowley reaches out to lay a hand on Cato's shoulder, giving what little support he can. "I've no idea what the fuck this is all about, but I won't let her or any of her damned lackeys lay a hand on you, alright? We'll lay low for a few days, figure out what the next move is gonna be. There's got t'be something we can do."

He has no idea where to start, aside from simply running away, like he always does when things get dangerous. Except Cato is a minor; Crowley can't just take him along, not without risking getting in trouble for the exact thing Cygne is attempting to do.

This is so above his pay grade.