Erin laughs in surprise. "What would I need your bones for - you know what, actually, don't answer that." She glides a hand through the Aura of gunpowder that surrounds her and catches a spark on her palm. "My people call ourselves the Lost. We start human, until we're dragged behind mirrors and under hills, through the third ways that doors open or past the reflection of the moon on the water, and become fey things. I'm human, and I'm fey. Terms and conditions apply. There's more things like me on the axis of being a fairy and they all get wild as fuck. Used to know a ten foot fish man that runs a tavern and if you held me at gunpoint I'd have to say he's technically a goblin."