Even after I’d healed, Mary still cried all over me like I was dying. We pressed her into a group hug,and I rocked her gently.
“Don’t worry, we’re made of much stronger stuff than you would think,” I told her,pressing a kiss on her head. She swallows and sniffles, before mumbling something unintelligible into my skin.
“You’re going to have to speak up sweetheart,” Ivy said to her.
“Are you witches?” she asked us quietly. I laughed, as gently as I could, but I still laughed. Ivy joined me, and Mary flushed.
“No, we’re faeries,” I admitted in a whisper, like it was a secret. Her eyes widened.
“Really?” she asked, and there was a wonder that every little girl would have in her tone, but there was a weariness too.
“Really-really,” Ivy confirmed. It took a little while to reassure her t
