Clover hears Xelise's question and purses her lips, she inclines her head in consideration.  "I know about the eldritch energies, yes."   She breathes a deep sigh, smooths her cloak along her lets.  She lifts her gaze to meet his, smiling prettily, but with a cool gleam of some unspoken knowledge.  "I won't judge any being based on what is borne in their blood or their body-- only their will."   She looks back to the fire, then shrugs.  "After all, we are born how our ancestors' blood made us, and made by what we endure."   She laughs softly.  "And, after all, you were one of those who just saved my life."