Nill quickly shuffles to Storm’s opposite shoulder, out of reach of the faerie. She leans forward slightly, peering at the offered gem with quiet curiosity, but makes no move to take it. Her hands remain tucked close, unsure.

She listens instead, still and attentive, following his words.

After a moment, she inches out from behind the draconian, just enough for her face to be seen. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, unchanging as she speaks.

“Did you also have the falling into here?” She asks.

There’s a brief pause, her head tilting just slightly as she studies him.

“Are you being from the Sidhe?”

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