Necromancy doesn't quite cover this

Hella's lips twitched the tiniest amount when Smokey started talking about the Fae. If Eldritch followed similar modes of morality, then she was in for a really bad time. "Yes, I've bumped into Fae once or twice. I think I get it," was all she said, not really wanting to get into it here. It made her feet ache.

"So they aren't directly hostile, but they might be." Hella was collecting her thoughts as she skimmed the books on the shelves, trying to figure out what to ask next. "Are they all... mmm, how to put it. Misshapen? Gah, that isn't the right word. But close enough I suppose."

She briefly paused and turned to focus back on Smokey. She chose her words carefully, a bit perturbed at how easy it was to fall into Fae niceties. "I must seem so rude, picking your brain like this. The help is appreciated however. Truly."

"That makes sense," Hella admitted, thinking back to the form she had seen. It hadn't turned her off or anything: she was a necromancer. Body horror and gore were sort of part of the job. But that kaleidoscope of wolfish forms... it definitely had seemed feral, even if Aura had still been mostly in control. So whatever it was... it probably wasn't intelligent itself. "I suppose I'll know better when I see one up close for myself."

Taking the book and holding it to her chest, Hella let a smaller, more genuine smile pass her lips briefly. "This should help a lot, actually. The magic I am used to is pretty far removed from... all this. Bizarre to most, I'm sure. But it at least makes sense. Has rules that people can know and remember."

"I have so much to catch up on. Your help is really appreciated, honestly. I am definitely going to have more questions as I dig deeper into the subject. If you don't mind me seeking you out then, I mean."

Hella watched Smokey grab another book, making a mental note of the cover so that she could come back and get it when she was more well versed on the subject. She seemed lost in thought for just a moment before snapping back to their conversation. "Ah yes. Of course. It would be nice to study with someone rather than just by myself. Fun, even," she added with a slight smile.

From around the shelves, several small stuffed animals began to collect around Hella's feet. Some carried books, while others held notebooks and pencils in their stubby, paw-like hands. Lars, the moose, took up the forefront and glanced between Hella and Smokey before giving his master a greeting squeak.

"Ah, it seems that my babies are done with their errands." She paused, taking a long breath in before continuing. "Thank you for your help. It really is appreciated. And hopefully this book will help jump start my knowledge on the subject."