"I will speak with him," he nodded. Before he had taken on the Mantle of Winter, Fix had no doubt that Harry would have been a great deal of use when it came to recent events. Now? It was only a matter of time before he was indiscernible from Lloyd Slate. It burned his heart, remembering Harry when he had been free of the mantle, and how he had helped them.
And Lily.
It was cruel fate that had taken him, although he couldn't help but wonder if the Queens had planned it from the start. They were fae, after all, and they were far beyond him in understanding, and looked lifetimes ahead instead of mere days and weeks.
He nodded again, and looked up at her.
"May I escort you home, before I contact Dresden?"