"That's a heck of a timeline," she says mildly. Cryofreeze brings up a few questions in her mind, but she sets them aside for now. It does answer one, and that's enough. Especially when her train of thought is thoroughly and explosively derailed a moment later.

Ellever sucks in a quick breath, gaze going back to her feet. "I know who my real father is."

Unfortunately, some might say. She can still remember Circe taking her into her office, sitting her down, and explaining her past in thorough detail to her. Ezra hadn't thought she was ready to hear it — and he'd been right. She'd been confused and no one had had any answers for her.

Now she has some, thanks to Dewan. Ellever isn't sure how she wants to continue this thought, at first, but the Soldier's earned enough trust that she feels comfortable with the basics. There are some aspects of her childhood that even she is still uncomfortable with.

"He wasn't human, and no one has any record of when or where I was born," she goes on slowly. "My mother and the husband who thought he was my dad died in a house fire, and Ezra, my adoptive father, found me wandering in the streets afterward."

She cracks a smile. Ezra is a good memory, even now. "He estimated my age and gave me a fake birthday, so I know I'm somewhere around forty-two."