"He seems strangely sentimental for a fae. According to what Uncle always says about them, I didn't expect someone like him."

There might be a bit of fondness to her voice. The tone of a young girl. Not even a grown woman, no, but someone unused to such attention, even if she knew she ought to be careful. Not, perhaps, unlike the mortal story of Little Red Riding Hood. Though, thankfully, it was a Seelie fae who'd given his word and bond, not a wolf.

At her remark, she smiled just a little. 'Grace under pressure' ought to be the Widdowson family motto. Always holding their head up despite tragedy. This, at least, was a situation she could navigate without a great threat, she hoped.