"Yes, I'm not actually real," Corwin admits readily enough. If she trusts him with whatever she is, he can only do the same. "I hope to be someday, though. If you're something else, though, that's all right. I only know about mortals, supernaturals, and the created, but I am still very young, and my maker probably didn't have time to tell me everything, even if he knew about it all."

It's impossible to disguise his growing curiosity, now that she's assured him she's not in pain and he can't actually do anything to help her. But he's polite, and he doesn't want to pry-- not yet, anyway. Not until he knows he won't scare her off.