"Mmm, yes. His heart," she said, then took a deep drag. The smoke rolled out of her mouth as she continued to speak. "He's had a rough go. His heart. His eyes. I came to terms a long time ago with the fact he'll never be well. I had hoped, with Grandfather's passing, that being fae might help, but it hasn't. Losing his sight again..."

She sighed.

"I worry over him so much."