"I'd appreciate it," he nods, touching his pendant again. "I'll want to do my devotions first, but I can let you use a potion or something if it's inconvenient."

"Your whats? What do the potions do?"

"Different things. Mostly healing, but I'd rather do that myself if you need it. I'll probably give you one of the size changing ones, I don't think they'll be very useful here."

"I don't need healing, I'm a daeva. ...Go to sleep, I can wake you up again when she gets in."

"All right. Thank you." He settles in on the couch and is quickly back to sleep.

A little after dawn the next day there is some bustle and the smell of coffee in the station.

Raafi is already awake, sitting on the couch and quietly praying; he doesn't investigate the sounds immediately.

"- don't wanna wake him up."

"Left him here unsupervised -"

"I was looking in the window every fifteen, twenty minutes."

"Did you do all your rounds?"

"Yeah I did."

He's another ten minutes at his prayers, and then goes to the door. "Is everything all right? I'm sorry to be a bother."

"Lertwee here," says the lady over her coffee, "says you have one heckuva story."

"You could say that, yes. I don't have much of an explanation, unfortunately, but I can tell you what I know and demonstrate that I have different magic than a daeva."

"Let's see it."

He teleports across the room. "I can do other things, too, but I'm not sure yet what overlaps with daeva magic and what doesn't."

"He can do it through walls, I checked," Lertwee says. "He's not just a fairy with a lot of practice."

"Hunh," says his boss.

"That's also how I got here; my longer range teleport can take me anywhere I have a description of."

"So you, what, saw the website?"

"Found a picture in a book, actually."

"And you decided to come... camp out uninvited in a national forest."

"Well, I don't have any money. I have trade goods, but I haven't found anyplace to sell them. And it seemed safer than an unfamiliar city, if I was going to have to sleep outdoors anyway. I wasn't expecting it to bother anyone."

"...okay. I'm going to... call my brother who is a journalist. And see if he wants to find you a place to stay and feed you and so on in order to get an interview. Okay?"

"I'd appreciate it, thank you. I can feed myself, though, I have that much conjuration."

"Food's cheap but he'll probably wanna see anyhow." She pulls out a device and pokes at it and commences a conversation with her brother.

He moves to speak quietly to Lertwee while she's doing that. "Is it all right if I come back to talk to you once I've gotten things a little more straightened out? I have a few questions."

"...I mean, they probably won't let you in the forest, but when I'm on vacation, sure, why not, I have Tuesday in the Herefordshire Spa."

"I can come right to the cabin now that I've been here, if that would be all right. Whatever works for you."