The fae nodded numbly. This was still confusing. Selkiris's calm reaction was as soothing as it was alarming. "Have....Have you e-encountered this.....be-fore?" her voice was weak as she meekly stared up at the eldritch man before her. He seemed confident and knowledgeable from what little she'd seen of him. At least, he knew about the fae and whatever else from their beach conversation. She smiled bitterly and took a sip of her tea, trying to calm her shaky nerves. She felt hopelessly ignorant in matters like this. Plants, small animals, gardening, knitting she could help. Magic? Her past? This garbage was beyond the ancient fae spirit. She had never had many relationships with sapient creatures let alone complex ones tangled in weird nightmares.
"If it helps you determine their origin, I got them first when humans began to encroach upon and disturb my forest. First I grew sick, then the nightmares, then they grew worse, I turned into a person after one, went mad when the men attempted to tear down the woods. I'm not entirely sure why or who's they are. I sprouted out of the ground a long time ago and have no memory of living as a human(oid)." Morgana slid the scrawled note to Selkiris. Even thinking about speaking that bit aloud made her throat constrict. So she wrote, as she always did.