That simple sentiment tugged at Harry. He knew the pixie was capable of great feelings - sometimes so strong they could only feel one at a time. And to know that one of the Sidhe had felt that strongly, about him, was exceptional. "Sorry, Toot," he said, his voice a touch softer. "I didn't exactly leave under my own power. But I've missed you, too."
He offered his arm. The way the little guy was flapping his wings looked exhausting, and there was no way that Toot would fit on his hand anymore. "Come on. Let me treat you to..." What would Caritas have that the pixie would like? Harry was momentarily tempted to buy some alcohol, but the notion of a drunk Toot-toot was not one he wanted to entertain today. Or any other.
"...a soda. Ever have a soda?" It was sweet and sugary, so chances were he'd like it.