Rachel scowled at her grandfather's choice of drink. "Shouldn't you be drinking water or something like that grandpa?" The doctors had frowned on his drinking habits. A guiness now then wasn't the problem. It was the old timer's insistence on drinking frequently. Rachel and the rest of the family had at least made him promise to eat better. They had promised in return to find good tasting recipes for him to eat. "Sounds like a plan. But my grace has been gone for a while grandpa," Rachel sighs. Still the rest of the Fae are probably worried about their prince. "We'll leave a note for your folk later today. There's a tree not far away your kind are said to hang about during the days the veil is thinner."