Isabel looked over at the man, brows going up. "Maybe so, but I mean. You know about the fae, right?"

She'd only had a few brushes with them in the past--not that one of her mother's best friends hadn't been one himself. Or half. Even that half had been kind of overwhelming.

"I kind of like my parts where they are. In the right places and uncursed, like normal." Though she finished that last comment with a bit of a laugh. His words had seemed to break her from her reverie, though.