"Do I want to stay here with you," Thomas repeated. "Is that even a question?" He added, with a little smirk. "Rogue faeries couldn't drag me away from you, my love." And that was true. He wouldn't leave her side for anything, right then. Not when she was in her present condition, which still seemed unreal to him.
He was determined not to focus on the weirdness of unmatched timelines. Obviously there was some magic at work, and not necessarily the good kind, in Lincoln River. he'd have to look into it. But for the moment, Justine's comfort was priority.
"I'm sorry I made you come downstairs, love." She'd have a hard time getting back up to her bedroom, and he couldn't exactly help her. That made him as angry as it made him sad. Justine didn't deserve what he'd done to her, or the fact that he couldn't assist her in any physical way. It wasn't fair, at all.