Ringer stares, resisting the urge to roll her eyes yet again. The old 'he started it' routine is reminiscent of her dealings with young children, not the immortal-type old Fae and allegedly self-aware witches that she's supposed to be dealing with. But it's all about the risk. Leaving the Fae a territory means they're less likely to force their way in via other means, as if she could stop them by herself anyway. On the other hand, it's escalating the existing conflict. Both are potentially dangerous to her species.

"You can end it. You can refuse to participate." She knows even as she says it that it's not entirely a choice. The Fae aren't asking for a territory so much as they seem to want the freedom to roam in general, something being denied to them. She would be fighting too.

With a sigh, she shifts attitudes, clicking her pistol's safety on and sliding it back into its holster. "You know I can't stop you. Try not to kill any humans."