[Ravanys' Home]

"I fixed the physical wounds," Zee points out. "I can't do anything about soul-stuff and other fae nonsense. I'm not kidding about faerie bites being serious. I'm pretty sure your horns are a bit smaller than they were when I first ran into you."

Oh boy.

Zee isn't helping.

Terrific.

"But scrubbing down a bathroom or repainting a kitchen or baking some fresh bread would probably clear that right up. Fae thrive on the weird and fantastical. Mundane, boring stuff is just as repellent to them as cold iron."

Hear that?

Zee is trying to get Ravanys banished to chore duty.