[ She nods as she absorbs what he tells her. It's almost like she's putting off his question, or forgetting it entirely. But she doesn't. Ellever grew up without a name for her 'father', often thinking of it as 'the thing' or other such labels. It's only recently in her life that she's come to learn anything about them.

And that's through no one's fault, really. The Nine are not well known, on purpose.

Finally, though, she answers. ]

There's a name for them, but we're not really supposed to say it. They pay attention. [ Even out here in Beacon, she feels hesitant. Perhaps especially because it's Beacon. ] They're... creatures from another plane of existence? The Nine.

[ Ellever waves a hand, trying for levity. This is more honest than she normally is, but Ambrose is doing her a solid. And for some reason, the fact that he has magic is oddly comforting. Magic doesn't exist where she's from, but something like it does. ]

Let's just say I'm half shadowy monster.