Hazel is trying her best to explain and Reynard is trying his best to understand. He watches her carefully, brow weighed down with a frown, as if taking note of her gestures will help him decipher her words.

"I don't understand," he admits. He rubs his beard again before using both hands to try and help him ask his questions. "I'm the first… spirit?" He squints, brow shooting up again. That seems… impossible. Surely they were all born at the same time, made simultaneously by some whim of Nature. "Or the first to come to the Nexus?" His expression drops. "Are there more spirits in the Nexus?"