Nora- Nancy's immediately glad she worked so hard to make sure this woman made it to the Council and not Norrell. If he were still here, she wouldn't even be having this conversation, she was sure. But instead, it's Nora, smiling kindly, and Nancy wants this woman to like her.

"I'm- I'm nineteen," she explains. "As far as I know." She was raised by a fae, after all, and his word could hardly be trusted. But that question was easy. It was the next one that caused her to falter slightly.

"When I- Oh. I don't know." She glances at Lance, chewing her bottom lip. She can do this, she tells herself, and pulls her cardigan a bit tighter around her. "I was never lead to believe there was another option for me." She looks down, knowing that deserves more elaboration. "The fae that raised me just assumed. I didn't know anything else." Which was true- Fagin had said Midnight from the get-go, and so she was. Why would a girl raised by fae join Daybreak, after all?