He practically just handed it to her. Natália felt almost insulted by the fact that he thought maybe she wasn't making enough progress, or maybe she'd impressed him with how much she could gather with how few questions she asked. Her dark eyes looked in the distance. Not a fae nor a ghost, but spirit. Not a jack-o-lantern. What else was there?
Her brow furrowed. No. He couldn't be that. Weren't they supposed to be women? Or that's what all the stories and movies depicted them as. Natália looked him over briefly, wondering if he was just hiding something. But no, he was definitely a man.
"What you are . . . are they known to be women?" she asked, just in case.