Molly stares at him in shock. Even if she hadn't spoken to Una and read the man's plea for help on their network, she would know that he needed help. She can see an enchantment similar--though different--to the one on Una at his throat, but he's also wound up in other magics, and the turmoil in his mind is actually making her a little seasick.
"Mr. Strange, I assume?" her tone holds a sense of mild alarm at his state. "Una told me you're having a problem with a curse. Where is he?"
Wait. No. He can't talk. She can see that.
She presses her lips together briefly. The fae aren't exactly known for their generosity of spirit, and favors must be repaid in kind. It's part of their nature, and it's not something she can just... will away.
"You're going to owe me after this. Blah blah blah, faerie bullshit. A favor to be collected at a time of my choosing. Do you understand?"
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Date: 2020-07-17 10:07 pm (UTC)"Mr. Strange, I assume?" her tone holds a sense of mild alarm at his state. "Una told me you're having a problem with a curse. Where is he?"
Wait. No. He can't talk. She can see that.
She presses her lips together briefly. The fae aren't exactly known for their generosity of spirit, and favors must be repaid in kind. It's part of their nature, and it's not something she can just... will away.
"You're going to owe me after this. Blah blah blah, faerie bullshit. A favor to be collected at a time of my choosing. Do you understand?"