"You can't assume things like that, my darling Helios," Samandriel said gently. "Tell him. Then you will know he knows and not just hope you've shown it enough in all the ways your pride will allow. Nothing is going to be easy for him, less so than before. He is a fae, a child of magic and sensitivity, who has touched the unfiltered grace of an angel." It seemed best to let Carrick know that anything could happen, that whatever madness might somehow be visited on the fae in whatever form it came, this was Carrick's own fault. "You were your mother's sunlight. Now you are his. Tell him, please. If not for the sake of the light you bring to his eyes, then for your own. Doubt only festers and makes fools of us all."