Robbie leaned back, crossing his arms. "The thing that attacked you today is a changeling." He sat there, observing her calmly, watching her reaction. Though he still wore a half grin, his eyes were hard and serious. He wasnt joking around.

"What... What's... a changeling?" She asked. She saw he wasn't joking, so she tried to stay calmer but she couldn't, this situation was too hard to understand; especially with pain from the wound.

"It's a type of faery," Robbie said. "A changeling is a faery offspring that has been switched with a human child. Usually, a trolls or goblins, though the sidhe--the faery nobility--have been known to make the switch, as well. Your brother has been replaced. That thing is not Ethan, any more than I am."

"Where... is Ethan?" She asked.
'Did... did he die?' She got lost in her thought.

Robbie only shrugged, leaned back against the wall, and put his hands behind his head.

'What happened to Ethan... When was he switched...' She asked herself, but another question kept bugging her.
"Uh- R-Robbie?..." She was acting worried.

"Hmm?"

"Are... you not human?" She asked, a little tense.

A grin spread over his face. He dropped the bottle, caught it, and put it on the floor. "No," he said, very softly.

"What are you?..."
'Ok now he really is scaring me.' She said to herself.