There's something oddly reassuring about the way Rashad takes the information in stride. He doesn't even press for details. She probably shouldn't find this reassuring at all, but if he's not human, maybe he doesn't need to know she's a hungry child. Maybe she can just let him think she's the sort of not-human that doesn't involve wanting to eat people.

"I think so," she says, shifting a bit closer to him. "What kind of secret?" She's more accustomed to pragmatic honesty than secrecy, but then again, she's rarely found herself in possession of secrets worth keeping. For someone else, though, she thinks she could do it.