It was easier to trust him, probably because if he hurt her... Airy would feel like she deserved it. She knew that running away that night had left Matt in an awful place but she'd never forget the way her bloody footprints had looked as she ran down the hall towards the baths. She wasn't sure how the fairies had cleaned it up so fast but every attempt she had made to talk to Matt had night had ended before she worked up the courage to leave her room again.

What could she ever do to help him? She couldn't offer him blood... while everyone else in the world could. There was something wrong with her and she couldn't give him what he needed or wanted.

She looked down at her feet but didn't pull away from him. Airy cared too much about Matt to pull away like that again. "Daydreams count." Sometimes that was all she had; pleasant and unreal daydreams of things that she knew could never be.

"Why can't you? I know it's hard and its fleeting and hell, shit between Cassidy and I might not work out but what if you could have it? Just for a little while." She looked up at him then and felt her heart pulse quicken as her eyes met his.

"You can have it too."