He reached out the window, the gem hanging by his hand. The pendant pulsed rapidly. “It’s rude to stare, you know,” Handy said. “Have a good one, your Majesty.” Handy dropped the pendant. Handy reclined once more on the cot, trying very hard not to think about the fact that the fae queen had been spying on him this entire time. He closed his eyes to try to catch some rest. This was not turning out to be a good day at all.