Danil stares at the woman before him for a long, long moment. There's a shift in his posture, as if he would move, to pick up his stuff and leave, but that moment stretches and then never happens. His gaze doesn't fall from her face, pale, nearly colorless eyes fixed upon hers.

"Well." He says finally, her blunt honestly drawing like from him. "I'm fae." He shifts again as the words leave his lips, realizing that this is the first time he has actually uttered those words out loud. He doesn't feel a weight lift, doesn't feel a lessening of that tension that seems to pull taut at his shoulders, there is no release that comes with this confession. His head bows a little, and he chews at his lip before looking up at her once again.

"I suppose we make a pair of sorts."