Old magic. Rivers agreed, more amused than anything now by the remarkable change to her figure. Glowing runes was certainly an exciting twist! Don't be worryin' about hurtin' me, Snowbird. Takes more than that. He'd weathered plenty of slings through the centuries. And perhaps had a little fae arrogance on top, to believe that Mythris could do him no permanent harm either.

Would she always glow like this? Or only at — certain times? He was suddenly quite eager to test it out.

Whether she was a fool or a Fury-made-flesh, he decided didn't matter, and was worth taking the time to find out. She made a mortal's promises of devotion, which often counted for little and less. But he could not blame a wolf for lying any more than he could blame a bird for singing. There was a chance it would be the truth.

She offered him time. And for her folk, there was nothing more valuable.

Well... He grinned, Could 'ardly refuse an offer like that, could I?