Giulia appreciated that he was giving her the space to get to those questions in time rather than bombarding them both with all of the depressing things right from the start.
"Oh. What, wait," she said, her eyebrows furrowing. "You've met whoever made you whatever it is you are?" she asked. She so wanted to know how and why, but she also wasn't going to be any more pushy about it than he had been about her story. They could get there in time, she hoped. "That seems likely. Many of us hid in plain sight through the years. Well, those of us who could blend in, anyway. I'm fairly sure the fae mostly kept to their hidden communities until the Coming Out." And she was so relieved that wasn't the case anymore, otherwise would she have ever found Sam?