"I don't know for certain," Melanie admits, frowning a little. "Dr. Caldwell only had a theory. Some hungries retain a little of their humanity - not a lot, but enough to do things besides hunt. She thinks my parents were infected with the grey before they had me." She shrugs, then sits back down in her chair to finish her steak. "So it wasn't something that I caught, or something that infected me - it's always been part of me."

She takes a bite, then glances up at Illyria. "Your body used to belong to someone else?" She's careful not to sound accusing, but curious. Couldn't a god just make their own body?