Her stomach revolted at that, Feyre pushing herself up to race for the bathroom. She barely made it in time, not that anything actually came up besides some stomach acid. She hadn’t had dinner after all. Sitting on the floor, she let her head rest against the cool tile on the wall, continuing to hug the toilet even as the heaves subsided.
“…if I’d been Fae when we met…if there hadn’t been a curse, would you have been so patient?” She questioned dully. “Or would you have simply taken what you wanted immediately?”