"Yes, but I'm not going to. And lucky you, I'm not vassal to anyone but the Queen, who is far away and unlikely to pay attention to me."
"... Thank you. Is she stuck here in - where ever this is forever, being your vassal? Can you un-vassal her? How do we not ever get the Queen's attention, I would like to not - lose free will, thanks."
"Being my vassal doesn't in and of itself prevent you from going back to the mortal world. I lose my hold on her if I forget her name, but that's not likely within your lifetimes. The Queen knows everybody's name. Well, every fairy's. Getting her attention would involve being unusually interesting or useful in some way." Promise snaps her fingers and points at Savannah. "Do not tell fairies your real name or his real name."
"Oh, that's freaky. I'm - not complaining about that specific order, but - damn. That's freaky."
"Right. Okay, I'll think unusually uninteresting and not-useful thoughts."
'Ted' shakes his head. "Absolutely nothing, that's a thing, too? We haven't been here very long at all -"
"If I'd have known, I would have, but - oh, joy, starvation. That'll be fun. Water, is water fine? Dehydration's faster to kill me than starvation, that one's more important -"
"Water's fine if it's really just water with nothing else in it, but I know where you can get that. And her I can just hand-feed because she's already my vassal, but you're going to get hungry."
"Hand-feeding. Okay, sure, that sounds sort of fun, we can do that."
"This is one of those places where fairies will try to get tricky with things, isn't it, the system is so absurdly abusable - I will need to check my water before I drink it, and be extra careful about never speaking my name..."
"Again, her, I can give safety instructions -" Promise points at Savannah again. "Don't take food or drink from anybody but me until you are safely home." She turns back to "Ted". "I can't do that with you unless you want me to feed you something too. I can let you in my house, anyway, that should be safe from fairies trying to trick you, and like I said, I know where to get pure water."
"Um, hey, I'm actually not a fucking idiot, I really don't need you to order me to not do stupid things, I just need to know that they are stupid."
"If you slip up, and somebody else gets a solid claim on you, my options are to get involved in a conflict over you or to cede you to their tender mercies. I'd rather skip having to make that decision."
"I'm not going to slip up, but I need to fucking know what the stupid things are!"
"I dub you Fred. We can match, how wonderful. Fred - calm down, it's okay. She is trying to protect you."
"I have no way of knowing how prone you are to slipping up or how long it will take us to figure out how to put you back where you belong," says Promise. "And someone who thought I was going to fight them over you and had a reasonable claim on your person might not wait for me to actually put up a fight before they attacked me. Look, let's go to my house, okay? If nothing else you can sit down without being enticingly mortal to somebody who'll torture his name out of him."
"Oh, great, those are some lovely new nightmares. Yes, house, house would be great."
Promise flies rather than walking, but she stays low so they can follow her, and the house is accessible to non-flying creatures if they are willing to climb.
It's not really sized for them - Promise herself is only five feet tall - but they can get in.
It's a very... fey house. It is in a tree - principally inside the tree trunk, but with some windows that open out to just above the branches and lead to little branchy balconies. There are, obviously, no high-tech things, but there are magic lights (glowing berries in glass cups on the wall) and books and a little kitchen. Promise apparently sleeps in a nook above the bookshelves that she must fly to get to.
"Are you hungry now, Fred?" inquires Promise, when she's shut the door behind them.
"Not at the moment. Thanks, though."
Ted is going to have some problems with the ceiling. He alleviates this by finding a place to sit that's reasonably out of the way.
"Okay. I'll see if there's anything in my library about sending humans back whence they came, but I'm not optimistic."
"Is there a place we can look for information on doing that? Besides your library."