Wan held his bow, though her words obviously hurt him. He was human, yes, but he wasn't an ordinary one and he held Raava within his soul. He knew more about the spirits than she wished to give him credit for. But he'd also somehow offended her and now wasn't the time or place to ask about it. He had a sleeping spirit to heal and two humans to start giving lessons to. He could search for the Mother of faces at another time.