"I suppose I can forgive you for talking to me because I'm crazy because you also think I'm very pretty." Bébhinn wondered if this was what Prophets did. They came to festivals and seduced pretty girls in whatever way they wanted to. Or maybe she was just being paranoid. He was easy on the eyes.
The sort of Elf she normally had no problem taking to bed. Even if they thought she was crazy she was good at those kinds of things. Crazy girls who didn't want to get married and have thousands of babies were normally the sort of girls that young men wanted to sleep with.
"In a way that's attractive, admitting you're probably crazy. Aren't you supposed to declare that you know the way to the light?"