The man was nothing if not purely odd. He held the skeleton like a parent. Or perhaps a lover?

Mab turned impassive eyes to her fallen comrade. "If he is not he will die. I cannot say." And clearly she didn't really care. She snapped her fingers and the other horse moved over to her, letting her touch it's shoulder and relaxing a little. She slid off her own horse and moved to the fallen fae, looking down at him with cold eyes. "If I am required to assist, I will own you, your life will be mine." And slowly she smiled down at him, something fearl and anticipatory in her expression that made the fae shy back even in his current pain. She turned her head a little to Faust but didn't let her eyes leave the fae. "You may try, he knows the consequences."