He could only hope that mortals kept believing in them. It was pretty much the only way of surviving now. He was just thankful she has back in his life, where she belonged. Ah, the talk of where to live. Of course that would be next. He nodded slowly, considering her words. "Of course I can't ask you to leave the orchard," he agreed in thought. "Honestly, I have hardly any ties to the city apart from the coffee shop. It wouldn't break my heart to move out of here, though I'd like to keep it for when we're in the city. I have no problem living with you where your apples grow."