Alcuin couldn't help himself; he glanced over at Hannibal. But his back was turned as he slipped on his robe, and Alcuin was certain that they'd been talking before he'd woken. He knew. And besides... Alcuin could make this decision himself.

He reached up, still a bit weak, and closed his hand over Willy's. He offered him a little smile. "But what would you need in return?" He knew that nothing came for free, with fae. He couldn't even offer his thanks.