Ah, I've heard of these... Celty thought, a puzzle piece clicking into place from her hazy memories of the past. She wouldn't be able to say how she knew them, although she figured it was simply because they were along the same lines as her. She imagined if they were real and her regular abilities were functioning, she'd be able to sense them as she did fairies and magical beings back home.

Her helmet turned back towards Reeve then, tilting as though in question. It was as best as she could hope to convey without words, but she hoped the general idea would get across: What now? Did he have anywhere to be? Aside from away from those creatures.