The fairy was dead? Avery sucked in a breath, his mind whirring as he made sense of this. So: A- This was actual Little John. Okay... B- Someone else corroborating her abduction story. Right. Good. C- The creature Lyra had been dreading was dead.
"When?" he asked, because that felt important. "When did he die? What happened?" He was on the cusp of a whole sea of information he knew very little about, and he didn't like not knowing. He hadn't had a lot of time to research the fae around his new job, aside from a bit of basic Wikipedia starting points.