Quinn went to wave off the offer but dizziness washed over him as he began to shake his head. He gratefully sank back down into the chair by his wife's side.
"Did you hear about the weird stuff that happened around May Day?" he asked. "Apparently it some kind of fae and they got in her head." Well more than her head but he was too tired to be precise or explain completely. "It was too much and she just collapsed and hasn't moved since." The fear that had hit Quinn at that moment had left him unable to think let alone do anything.
He reached out to brush the new white streak of hair from Cleo's face. He needed to find her better protection, stronger than her engagement ring, for when she woke up. If she woke up.