Abigail nods a little. She can understand that uncertainty. But he deserves some context, an understanding of why she's asking what she is. So, as he looks down, she looks ahead, her hands sliding into her pockets to keep them steady.

"Circle Midnight has never had a coven. At least not in recent memory. Members hide in Daybreak covens or are trained apart. Like I was. But they're all separate."

Which made them easy to quiet and easy to remove without anyone raising a fuss. It wouldn't help Jennifer, but it might prevent others' from suffering her fate. If they could be knit together.