That's just depressing. He could almost see her shoulders droop at the thought of the witches never making peace, always in a rock and a hard place.

"… What of the you and the others then?" He was a fae from what she gathered from their last talk -- because what kind of werewolf or vampire ate a ghost? (Could they eat a ghost? She should probably ask Cooper or someone else later to be sure and no! Clara! Concentrate!) -- and she knew there are two groups of them. One for Spring and Summer and the other for Autumn and Winter.