The fae-Illyrian ate, rather than to sate his own hunger but to continue to prove to Lucy that it was not false. A piteous pang struck at his heart as she spoke, though brief, and he shook his head.
"Well, that has not yet come to pass. Perhaps with you here to tell us when and how it might happen we can ensure it never will, either." Rhysand gave a small assuring smile as he came to lean against the counter at his hip, one foot crossing over the other at the ankle.
"Would you tell me about your past? What and how much is up to you; but I'd like to hear your story."