Harley blinked, her cheeks flushing with a rush of embarrassment. She had been looking without realizing it. A fairy....a fairy without wings seemed a dismal thing, a trapping of a sinister fate indeed. And yet here was one standing before her very eyes. Harley knew instantly what a great deal of loss that could be and then recalled they both had lost something of themselves.
"Ain't it stuff from the story books?" She inquired, rhetorically. Instantly her mind filled with images of fairies, and princesses, and castles. She sighed out with longing. "Must be nice ta be from...whereva it is ya from. Betcha it's full of wonder. Betta than this place."
Then Harley tipped her head, "Nobody likes ta be locked away. Sometimes we can't escape it. Sometimes they lock ya up for no reason an ya gotta fight ya way out." The last part, the part about fighting her way out of a cage had satisfaction that could be seen on her face. She hadn't always been a fighter. Oh, but she was now.