The fae has a point, Simon realizes. He continues to look up at him, clutching his jacket and wondering where all this is going.

"You're probably right," he says, sounding exhausted. He's too cold and too traumatized to really care about supernatural politics right now.

"I should probably go before the police arrive." Maybe if he shifts into dog form he won't have to face any questions about why he's in a park, basically naked, right before dawn.