"Well, you're you, so it's got to be good, yeah?" Jag worked it out as he spoke, slowly and unsteadily, but once he'd said it, it made perfect sense. He reached out and brushed his hand on her shoulder, because gestures made things clear a lot more easily than words.

Still, he had to ask, because he needed to know, even if he wasn't sure he wanted to, "Are you Fae?"