Thanks.

Perhaps the people of London don't have much experience with fae. Perhaps she should be more understanding. If she chose to wander about in a false skin and ape the humans, maybe then there'd be some excuse. Even so, thanks.

Lan's expression doesn't change as she walks away, but the coin's sparkle dims until it's as dull as old brass. Odds are, Roddy's violin strings will snap or fray.