Mags surveyed the two younger people carefully. Daryl was obviously uncomfortable, something she wouldn't have expected with a thief. And Annie's more than happily on his side, and that's good enough for her. Plus, Hillingdon had done great things for her granddaughter.

"Don't worry- I hardly see her lately it seems." She gives Annie a soft, pointed look. "She's usually with that fae lord boyfriend of hers."

"Gran, shush," Annie says, clearly embarrassed. "Daryl and I are just gonna grab my stuff. I'll come back tonight, I promise." She reaches out and touches his elbow. "C'mon. Love you, Gran."