"It... it was pretty hard, I can't deny. Fairies can read the thoughts of living creatures, more or less, and when I was a kid I couldn't figure out the difference between a person's thoughts and the things they said," says Sookie, watching as Kisuke makes a circle around her, heading back to the kitchen. "My parents were afraid of me. So much that, well. My dad —"

Sookie pauses, giving Kisuke a longer, considering look before shoving the thought away. Less because she doesn't trust him, and more because she's not sure if she'd be able to handle all possible responses to the idea of parents taking away their daughter's life to protect her. It's hard to tell what Kisuke would think, exactly.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you again," she says instead, lips pressed in the slightest of smiles. "As long as it doesn't interfere with my work. I... I've got some friends who could use the help, too, though I think I need to pull my act together first. And make sure you don't terribly mind if I bring in a bit of baggage."