"Maybe," he allows, "there aren't many. And one of them is Geralt." Who they know by now is not always helpful. He is very careful with all of his costume but he can tell the wings are of importance. The reason why is obvious. The thing about Lucifer is that Istredd has always known he's not human. It didn't require him to read his mind. There is an otherworldly energy to him, a quiet power. It's always been about the details.

He makes room for when Lucifer joins him and cuddles up next to his side, kissing his shoulder affectionately. Istredd tucks the blankets around Lucifer in case his body heat isn't enough. This is why they can't be trusted when dancing together. The lack of personal space is constant.

"It will take time, a building of trust. And that requires them letting us return so we can make firmer connections." Just as they have in Thorne. It's starting from scratch again. "I suspected awhile ago that the people who released the Summoned to the Free Cities and Solvunn were hiding here. If it is true, I wouldn't know who to look for." No one described them as Fey.