Tink was almost glad that Christine didn't know of any other pixies, feeling a little selfish for a moment, glad that her friend was just that....her friend. She had grown to feel that way about Peter, too, but humans did what they wanted to do, so Tink tried hard to keep in her tiny mind that humans weren't exactly exclusive creatures. They had a tendency to flock with their own kind. She would enjoy it while it lasted, this exciting friendship, and if it continued for a long time Tink would welcome it and savor it, if it didn't she would remember from experience why.
"Good, cause that means we can always be friends." Tink chimed, glad that Christine had said such nice things. Being a pixie could be quite lonely and having friends, even if they were humans, was a good thing. It was something she needed, that contact, and so she took it as it came.