She smiles thoughtfully, and thinks about how quickly she'd found herself entirely wrapped up, life lit up by her raven boys -- obsessed, Orla had said dismissively, and it isn't untrue, in some ways -- and glances at Noah.

She hadn't known him more than a handful of weeks when she'd been determinedly moving his body back to the leyline so he could be himself again. She hasn't known any of them a whole year, yet, but she can't imagine her life without them.

"It's true," she says, and picks up an orange. "Lots of things just happen, I guess."

Blue laughs at Noah's expression and the way he leans forward, giving him a bemused look. "Yeah," she says, "Like that." She tilts her head, curious about why he's so interested. "I mean, there are a lot of transgender people who are men or women. Some just aren't. I guess it's all tied up together, though. I mean, it all goes back to the idea that your body parts and you are different things."

Somehow that seems like it makes more sense, saying to Noah.