"I had not thought to see if I could attempt to call upon the fae," she said, idly tapping her cheek with the knuckles of her hand. It was something she did often when thinking. He had a good idea, but the Fae had a deal with the Warrior of Light, not her.

"I would be in your debt for your knowledge," she said. "Come. We should probably get out from under the night sky before these changes become too much to bare."

She could feel her own nails becoming far more claw-like than she wanted.