The poor girl was starved for affection as far as Mab could tell. It left her sweetly vulnerable. She had grown up quickly under Fagan's care but under it all there was still a lonely child.

And even so, she was still alert, watching Mab's magic touch her glass. Mab squeezed her hand once and then released it to lift the cup to her lips and sip.

"There are likely several things you might attempt." She offered. "I am ... somewhat limited in what I might do to assist or even inform. You understand these limitations, I think." Balance. Some fae required it more than others. The stronger a sidhe was the more tightly they were bound by the need for balance.

She was thoughtful for a moment. "I might have one offer for you." Setting her cup down she considered the girl. "A geas. If there is something specific you do not wish to reveal, something very important, I can put a gag on the topic." And as always there is a catch. "I will, however, need to know enough about it to properly lay the geas." Even if Nancy tried to say it, no sound would leave her mouth. "It would be dangerous to do more than one specific topic at a time but, it would cost you the least."