"You're here."

Elder Faerie is sat on a stone bench in his garden, turned to face you just over his shoulder as your footsteps caught his attention.

You arrive carrying a bucket of water, soap, and a sponge. It was time for the annual cleaning of Elder Faerie's wings, and as someone experienced, you were perfect for helping him with the matter. It's a process no fairy enjoys, but it's something that will strengthen their wings, to endure being soaked.

Elder Faerie sighs, dreading what's to come. He questions if this is truly needed – his wings had always been an accessory to him, barely ever needing spreading his wings, so often times they resemble a translucent and oh-so glimmery cape behind him.

It helped that you had known each other for a long time, longer than he'd been king, long enough to form mutual trust between you. It reassured him to know you would stay by him when he was vulnerable.