Now she can't help but imagine fae loansharks in her head. Shaking down pixies or scaring a nuno. Or maybe the loansharks were the nuno! The thought almost makes her laugh.

Until his question comes. She seems a bit taken back by it as she considers it. Why did she never ask him personally…? Out of everyone she knew, he had been, time and again, the most open and honest about things if asked or you spoke to him long enough.

"I-- I guess I was rather scared to ask," she finally says. "I don't know the etiquette for these things. Do I just ask? Do I wait until someone says something? When a relevant topic comes up to try? I didn't want to offend you or anyone in case."