Some clarity seemed to return to the bloody depths of her eyes when he addressed her so rudely. The words were like thorns burrowing into her skin, and she felt a little spark fire up within her. How witty, she fired back, layering her words with sarcasm just as he had done. She didn't really care if he was annoyed by her presence because she stubbornly decided that he would have to suffer it. It was better than listening to her own thoughts. His apologies came quick and she tilted her head, wondering which reaction was more genuine. It didn't matter. This was an odd place which she suspected was of the fae’s design and its connection to that forest was no mistake.  You’ll have to try harder to ruffle my fur, she brushed off his apologies with a shake of her head . After what her own father had said to her, she had hardened her heart.

A wrong turn where? Roisin asked, trying to puzzle out if there was a way back home nearby. If they came from the same area then perhaps she could go back. But go back to what? There wasn't anything waiting for her back home. The man she loved wasn't interested in committing to her and she had wasted too much of her life fighting a losing battle trying to win her father's love.  I think it's the Elfame, world of the fae, she informed him of her suspicions, knowing how mad that sounded and not caring. He’d asked a question and she’d answered. If he wasn't satisfied then that was his problem. He could use his own brain to reach a conclusion. But you could also be a very realistic figment of my imagination. I haven't decided yet, she added after a moment of consideration. Nothing seemed real to her about this place.