She knows it's only a matter of time before someone is in here to see what he's done. She leans back down, her voice dark, urgent, "I'm not so great a fool as to cross one of the Folk - even one so powerless as she. And at any rate, it's not her I'm concerned about."
She puts a hand on his shoulder, presses a bit, to encourage him to lie back down -- more for her own sake than his. "Gaheris, bide a while," it's more a command than a suggestion, "You want things. I will see if they can be granted you. But think, awhile, on the cost of these gifts."