Rachel wrinkled her nose but otherwise didn't stir. She had stayed up late last night cooking a few things for her granpa. Hopefully he could have all the things that she had more him. She would have to call her dad and ask him what the the doctors in Dublin had said about grandpa's diet. Rachel jumped awake when  Siha shocks her. "Oh good morning grandpa! When did Da drop you off?" She's really not sure what to do about Siha. For now she blocks the elder man's sight of the fae. "Grandpa, you believe in the sidhe, right," she asks carefully. It would be a huge relief not to have the hide the recovering prince from her grandfather.<br/><br/>Her grandfather blinked at her from the door. "Course I believe int tales of the sidhe. What proper Irishmen doesn't? Did your Da tell you about my dream?" Rachel nods. "What if wasn't just a dream? I know you've wanted to meet one of the fair folk more than anything since ya where a wee boy." Rachel smiles at trying to mimic her grandfather's heavy Irish accent. "Ay, and what of it lass? My grace," his voice dropped when he said those words and he tapped his head, "could just be makin' an old man going towards the end of 'is life happy." Rachel shifted a bit on the bed. "Well, um...Grandpa I'd like you to meet Siha."