"Maybe, in some strand or other." Phoenix shudders. "There's constant ideas about a strand where Solus and Versha are decent creatures." He does not want. And clams up every time it's attempted.

"We probably don't need to tell him."

That Alec can ever find anything in his hoarded bits and pieces is a wonder to the angel. Especially when he gets a lot older. He grins though, happy to let Alec poke about for as long as it takes.