"You probably help more than you know. And that's interesting- there were fae in the lands I inhabited, generally ones that came with immigrants. At first things went well, we all coexisted relatively well. But as beliefs became overlapping, and some diminished, in-fighting started..." He waved a hand. "I'm guessing this wasn't your land?" Specifically, America, although she had some sort of otherworldly quality to her as well. "It's a bad place for gods. A bad time, too, but nothing to be done about that." There was a pause, as he gave her a sheepish sort of smile.
"I should probably warn you know, I have a tendency to go on. I try to contain it, but... it's a job hazard. Feel free to tell me to shut it, if you have to."