-- nauseous.

He didn't say anything, but he reached forward when he saw tears slipping down her cheeks, and brushed them away with his finger very delicately.

Limolleth had looked towards the woman when she'd started speaking and was now watching her. He had seemed to calm down a little, not from breathing, but from her being vulnerable. It seemed to put him at ease, at least some, though the vehicle's movements and jostling were still making him --

The fey didn't much appreciate his threat not being taken seriously, but he got into the car anyway. Perhaps this mortal truly had no idea what he was.

He looked around the inside of the car, his arms at his sides and his posture tense. He was back to looking like a cat who felt threatened.

-- thousands of years."

Finally, he stepped towards her, letting her lead him to the car as he limped.

Limolleth didn't move towards the car. His eyes were still flicking back and forth between Ivette and the driver.

After a long minute of not moving, his eyes finally fixed on her. "... If my trust in you is unfounded... You should be aware that my people are known to hold grudges for --

Upon seeing the car approaching, Limolleth stumbled back a few steps, looking alarmed. Not because he hadn't seen a vehicle before, but because he had.

The faerie man was quiet, hesitating. He was still wary of her, and the world that currently surrounded him. In a place like this, Limolleth would be a fish out of water, and his stay so far had been more than unpleasant.

"I have mostly been acquainted with those of you who wish me or my home harm."

He let his leg down gently, then straightened his spine.

Limolleth didn't seem all that thrilled about the concept. "Like the weapons those men used?"

He leaned more heavily against the surface once again and turned his attention onto his leg. He lifted it off the ground and touched it carefully with his hands, wincing a little as he rubbed it.

Limolleth's gaze flicked down to the device in her hand.

"This is what your realm uses to communicate over long distances?" He asked. "How would a steed use such a thing? There is no magic within it."

"Are your enemies often of lesser stature?" He inquired. He still held the mild look of apprehension on his features, and a little curiosity. He wasn't joking.

His gaze turned back towards her, looking a little apprehensive, but he didn't pull away.

"They were not kind. I can only hope they did not cause such injury to my companions. I fear especially for the little ones."

-- a cut across his cheek crusted with dried blood.

The fey turned his gaze away, looking out into the night with a distant look in his eyes.

"I do not often cross into your realm, and on the occasions that I do, I do not travel far. Your realm is strange, and often smells foul."

The wind blew softly through his tangled hair, revealing --

"Humans do not often possess magic." He glanced around once again warily. He was still dirty and had cuts along his skin, despite the glamour. Now he simply looked like a human who had been through a rough time instead of some otherworldly creature.

Limolleth reached up and removed the hat now that he appeared to have no sign of antlers.

He took a moment to take in her new form, his eyes travelling over her slowly. "I can barely feel your magic in this form. Is this how you conceal your bond?"

-- her now with his apparently human eyes. He appeared completely human now, only he was still achingly beautiful to look at. His features were still delicate, his lashes still thick, and his hair still a pale cascade.

Limolleth grasped her upper arms as she halted his fall. His fingers dug into her arms as he tried to steady himself, his slim fingers pressing gently into the now softer flesh of her arm. Once he was leaning on the surface once again, he released his hold on her.

"Forgive me." He looked at --

-- exhaustion left his lips, and his body slumped to the ground.

-- a moment, he transformed. He was still tall with a delicate slender frame, but his skin was a pale tan colour now, like a human's, and his hair a pale blond. The shape of his face had changed slightly, and when he opened his eyes, they were pale blue with whites and pupils.

A sigh of --

-- worth it."

He held up his hands, blackened palms towards himself, and spread out his fingers. They were long and slim—human fingers, though the way they bent at the knuckles made them almost seem branch-like.

The fey wiggles his fingers slowly, closing his eyes as he focused. After--

"Yes," he replied, addressing the change of his eyes. "For me, that is ordinary. It should not concern you."

He drew in a deep breath, straightening his back to sit up taller. "I shall attempt a glamour, though it may further weaken me. But if it will prevent further danger, it will be --

"Where is this 'park' you speak of?" He asked her.

The colour of his eyes changed suddenly; a transition from their black endless depths to an orange, one like the sky when the sun was dipping below the horizon.

-- it as a shield, his eyes constantly searching for danger.

"I am not concerned about comfort in this moment. I simply require a place to rest where I will not be discovered until I regain my strength."

He glanced around once more to be sure there was no danger. He resembled a frightened animal, body leaning against the surface like he was using --

The faerie simply stared at the woman as she mumbled to herself, having little idea what she was talking about.

"If your realm had any trees, I could climb it and rest upon its higher branches. Alas, your realm is... Very dead," he said, taking a long moment to decide on his choice of words.

-- safe for me to do so?"

The man nodded once. "I suppose I will have to grant you my trust, as it seems I have little choice. These lands are strange to me."

He turned his gaze, looking towards a noise he'd heard in the distance. After a moment, he looked back at her. "I need rest," he told her. "Is there anywhere --

-- only black caverns.

On the ground where it had been grazing, it was not grass, but a dead body. One that looked relatively fresh. Thin vines and flowers had seemed to sprout from his skin and tangled him up, connecting him to the earth.

-- and like moss and mushrooms had grown over some of its ribs and across its skin. One of its legs also seemed to be missing some of its flesh.

The deer raised its head, looking towards him now while it chewed. Most of its face was just a skull. It chewed while it looked at him, eyes --