It's difficult, after a war. When everyone's lost loved ones, they must want someone to blame. But that's no excuse for going after helpless people.

[ Oops, that piece of muffin is getting a little squished between her fingers in agitation... She glances down at it morosely before popping it in her mouth anyway. So much for comportment. ]

What made you take them in? Are they countrymen of yours?