Hideaway Strath there was a star riding through clouds one night,

The Seelie's comforts and encouragement did not fall on deaf ears. 
Nyra leaned into Aerin slightly as the midwife shared her own story, glancing to the fae-warrior with empathy and sorrow. 
They had both experienced bad things from evil individuals, been the unfortunate souls at the mercy of monsters. 

But, Aerin was right. They hold the power now. Not their monsters, them. 

"Thank you, Aerin." Nyra whispered, rising slowly into a sit and giving the Seelie a brief lick of gratitude to her cheek.