"Apsels - that's my species - can be summoned. A faery summoned me."

"Oh. 

Well if you scared them probably they won't do it again, so that's good."

"I suppose it is."

She pulls the blanket more tightly around her and watches the ground pass underneath them.

"Do you have a guess how far courts are from each other?"

"Some border each other. But if they want to be rid of you they might want you to go to one that doesn't. I bet it won't be more than three or four days because I bet they won't have bothered to bring food and I bet they don't want to hand us off in terrible shape."

"- hold out your hands and I can drop some food in them probably, I currently think I might have to make things in midair but I seem to be able to make some things."

She holds out her hands.

Roast beef sandwich.

She eats it and stares at him wonderingly. 

"Do you want more stuff, or anything specific -? You probably have at least five kinds of malnutrition but I don't have any of what I'd need to diagnose it specifically."

"I don't - I don't know that I should eat more right now. The faeries have feasts sometimes but if I eat as much as I want I get sick. 

I could maybe drink something?"

"- oh, yeah, don't wanna give you refeeding syndrome. Heck, what are the supplements for refeeding syndrome - phosphate and... I think multivitamins in general - yeah okay - do they give you enough to drink?"

"Yeah. Water's free, and wine's not but sometimes they want you in more debt so they'll give it to you anyway, and they have these tasty sugar things sometimes. I don't think they wanted me to die. They said it was as likely as not in the night even if they fed me but I didn't die all night and they seemed pleased."

"Okay, so don't have to go too hard on the electrolytes... catch." Bottle of apple juice with a bunch of vitamins in it, capped enough to not spill but not sealed.

She opens it and makes herself drink it slowly and then gives the bottle itself a nervous frown.

"- is that going to be a problem?"

"They'll probably wonder? I don't know if they'll be mad. It's hard to predict what'll make them mad."

"You can put it on my lap when we get wherever we're going, if you want, and I can refill it - probably, anyway, still working out the edges here - on the way as necessary."

"That just means they'll be mad at you instead, and you've been so nice."

"Yeah, but there's only so much they can hurt me, I'm indestructible."

Hiccup. "That sounds nice."

"It is, yeah. So pin whatever we accumulate on me if that seems like it'll help."

Nod.

"Do you want anything? 's not much I can do here, but I could try - if there's anything -"

"No, no, I don't need anything from you, I'm not a faery, let's not do faery bullshit, okay?"