He had to think about that, and as luck would have it, a knock came to her door just then. It was the delivery guy. "Hold that thought," Bill said, tapping her forehead lightly before standing and answering the door. He paid the delivery woman and balanced the bag of food, and the soda in one hand while tipping the woman a gold coin and closing the door. He likely made the lady's night.
He walked back into the living room with the food, handing her the cola and setting the bag down.
"I believe it's different, because you're not entirely a fairy anymore. Fairies don't cry, they don't feel love like people do. They love all things that are of the same alignment as they are. Dryads love the plants to which they're bound, and nymphs love the pools of water from which they spring. Humans love according to their hearts. They don't have a specific alignment, they choose that for themselves, and let their hearts guide them to it. Bein' a fairy, you choose to be helpful, to be knowledgeable, to collect people and help them in whatever way you choose. But bein' a human, you fell in love, and then you lost, and you're reactin' to it as a human would." He leaned back into the couch and put his feet up on the table.