Mm, I suppose. If the big bad fae ever come to get me, at least I'll know where to find you.

[With a chuckle, she turns to face Eustace and... gosh, why is her face suddenly so warm? And why is she taking a step closer to him when she should be walking the other way?

Tucking a hair behind her ear, Ilsa lifts her gaze to meet his.]

Thank you for sharing all of that with me. I understand this is all very confusing, but I appreciate your honesty.