They weren't kine, they weren't Kindred. And they weren't spirits. They knew her name, and they didn't feel threatening, exactly, just... right, somehow. Right in a way Jeanette hadn't felt for a long time.
She tilted her head, looking at the one who'd spoken first, and then up at the girl in the tree.
"Reasonable," she said in answer to the query about how she was doing. "A little confused, but then who isn't these days?"