Jason's eyes went huge. There, hiding behind his granddaughter is a real member of the fae. And a royal one by his tunic. "Well ah'll be a hot cross bun," he intones softly. "Ya kin just call me Jason,....Siha was it?"<br/><br/>Rachel looked in alarm when Siha whimpered in pain. "I know it might be reflex but you shouldn't try moving that wing yet. It still looks pretty injured." She moves to get out of bed when he asks for some more sugar water. "Of course. I'll be right back with some fresh water." She and her grandpa head for the kitchen. Returning she quickly sits the cup down on the bedside dresser. "So now that you don't have to hide, do you want to see the rest of the place?", she asks, taking a seat on the bed.