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Aisling hesitated. Something from him would be useful, but what would be the price? She knew there would be no good if this Fae sought to turn her upon Falk or if she fell indebted to Lost. It was jut the game of the Fae. Quid pro qou. Green eyes glanced away as she continued on her way. Reluctant to ask, reluctant to go. She wished to seek out the girl and give her the gift as she had been bid. Well, in all seriousness, ordred would be a better term. Ordered with name and impatient tap. Something Falk rarely did. "What have I to offer? I am but a servant and a human. My music is poor to your ears and my life a petty thing."