That Elisa worried as much about him as he worried about her was something he knew that he should know logically, but certainly hadn't felt until now. It was . . . touching. Not because he knew how helpless he was during the day, but because she cared about that as much as she did.

For a moment, he felt appreciation for her concern. With that appreciation communicated as quickly as he felt it, there was no need to linger on the point. It was, in the middle of the discomfort of this over-forced intimacy, only comfortably intimate.

We have not known Puck to enjoy keeping his identity long, but he could have grown bored with us and found new mortals to share his secret with. He could be anyone. But then, if that is our suspicion, anyone could be anything else.

They were drawing nearer to the magical department, but not fast enough for Goliath. He kept fighting the urge to push Elisa's body harder than she already was.