"It can be," Incy agreed. He didn't mind being busy - some of the time. There were other points when he just wanted tranquility and peace. Those times when he wanted to meld into his tree - his tree, he missed his tree - and settle in and be one with the earth and Faerie and all it held. Or when he just wanted to sit at the base of Mother Willow, inhaling her scent, inhaling the world and its secrets.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head.
"Far better than some things," he said with a chuckle. He had some knowledge - basic as it was - about humans and some of their medicines, many of which were unnatural and downright strange. "That seems to have been lost in this world." Depending on nature for cures. But then, humans were fragile creatures.
"It's good to see this place doing good business. Although not a surprise, I suppose," he reached for his glass again, the vessel cool from the liquid inside. "Everyone needs a place to be themselves." And while there were other faerie-run places, many of them catered to humans as well, which meant glamour had to be worn. Especially for those who couldn't pass easily as humans.