“Fair enough,” she said with poor grace, but tilted her head to concede the point. She wouldn’t have willingly given up the name of a loved one either. If she’d had loved ones, that was. Everyone she’d cared about was long since dead or lost. Well…almost everyone. Still, she knew the power in a name. It was the reason she never used her own, after all. She’d been Meg less than a century after all. Before that she’d been Sarah, and before that it had been Mark. Things got muddier the further back she went and she found it harder to remember what names she’d used and when. Oh yes, she understood the importance of a name, and she didn’t begrudge him for not sharing, even if he did it for sentimental reasons rather than practical.
“Five time is quite a feat. I hear the sixth one is free.” She laughed lightly, actually enjoying herself. “Alright, fess up,” she said with an indulging smile, kicking him lightly in the hip with one foot. “You said human, more or less. What’s the more and what’s the less?” She couldn’t help but be curious. It wasn’t every day she ran into a creature she’d never encountered before and what he described definitely didn’t resemble anything she knew of. She supposed he could be some kind of sorcerer, or similar magic user. There were plenty of different breeds of magic user in the world. She didn’t smell “monster” on him, so she doubted he was a creature of some kind. Curiosity might kill the cat, but she was willing to take the chance, just this once.