"What is it?" She asked. "I'm listening. Is everything okay?"
Mia snorted. "You're the one who's being weird."
"...I'm fine. Just worried about Merwyn."
"Again?!" Mia huffed. "I thought we went over this. Merwyn's a fae. He can handle himself."
Emily sighed.
It was true that Merwyn was a fae, but she couldn't help but worry about him. He was such a strange and unpredictable creature. Fae ought to be able to take care of themselves, she understood that much. And he insisted he was a very strong fae - perhaps even the strongest. And he was a key on top of that.
But he was...
It was hard to explain, really.
He was just.
Somehow hapless.
Foolish and completely without reason or survival instincts.
After all, she'd found him trapped in a tree tower with other fae that it seemed as if he'd barely even attempted to escape in centuries until she arrived. He was someone who could say heartbreaking things and then smile and act so flippant.
