"The ents have had to defend against people working to cut them down because they liked the look of their wood," she said, sighing, smile fading a bit briefly. "The history of the fae where I'm from is... not the happiest one.

"But I'm having difficulty picturing you not being able to make friends among us. And you'd be welcome in my home regardless; one need not already know you, to have love for a friend." She gave Rren's hand a little squeeze more, quiet. "You'd still be you. And that's more than enough."