Tenderness warmed her magic and she gave it a little push to creep up his arm and into his chest. His heart called to hers and she squeezed his hand as well.

"I don't understand what you see in him," she said. "But you do. So we'll drink and chat and you can go home to him."

And she truly didn't understand. Willy was awful in her opinion, possibly the worst thing to ever happen to Fin in a long line of shitty things. But she could feel how he loved the fae and knew nothing she could say or do would change that.