He laughs.
“He doesn’t have much of a memory. The only reason he remembers us is probably because we bring him Pizza. Anything else, he’d be asking our names every time!”
He watches her relaxed stance and he does too, leaning on his staff a little. He smiled a…
He eyed her and nodded. “good to know,” he said lightly looking around the shelves. He chose some feathers and a few fae candles.
Looking over his shoulder he nodded. “I’m sure we can work something out,” he assured the fae.