She breathed sharply. She stopped walking, turned, stared at him. "Not—not seeing your—reflection!"
He nodded.
"Not seeing your—shadow—!"
"Yes."
"And the full moon. A fear of the full moon, too?"
"But how did you know?"
"And you're allergic to certain metals, too. For instance—silver?"
He could only nod.
"And you go out in the night sometimes—and do things—but you don't remember what?"
He nodded again.