Hushed Willows east of the sun

Valiant remembered to say thank you only after Alejandro did. And then, right after he'd said it, he rememebred that you were never supposed to thank a faerie, because it meant that you were acknowledging a debt. He supposed that, in this case, it could be canceled out by his own contribution to the meal. And the faerie had thanked him as well.

He lowered himself to his belly across from the strange man and set about ripping out the rabbit's soft belly fur, making a proper mess of the scene. Now that Alejandro explained it, he thought the Consortium did sound like just the sort of place the fair folk would keep — a place where no one could be trusted, and dangerous things must be going on behind the scenes. He turned these ideas over in his head for a moment before being distracted once more.

"It was very peaceful," he supplied. "There were a lot of other children, and mothers — " Until there weren't anymore.

He was almost glad when the subject was changed, even if it was to something almost equally uncomfortable. Valiant's stomach felt tight and full of leaping frogs, and his face and neck were blazing under his pale fur. He avoided Alejandro's gaze for a moment before his frank nature took over:

"I've just never seen anyone so — you're just really... really beautiful. And I thought — " He thought he probably shouldn't say anything about the fair folk directly. "It doesn't even seem real." Valiant was half expecting his friend would disappear in a shimmer of mist, or else eat him after all.