Tinuviel gave a tight sigh, drawing her cloak further around herself. She handed him back the trinket, then stalked away rather than be bothered. Her head pounded slightly behind her eyes and she could feel her stomach tighten with hunger. Brushing past him, she left him with the trinket and merely ignored what he'd said. She didn't want someone giving her empty promises of help and forcing her to wash magical candle wax all day. Kicking up snow behind her, the teen ignored the sting on her cheeks and began maneuvering her way to the edges of town. Best to get out of the area before the moon showed itself. She didn't want to eat that jerk rich guy, despite the slight rage in her stomach. Screw him. She'd find food other ways.