Aria fidgeted slightly at the mention of unbinding her wings. She was excited, but there was hint of fear as well. â€œHave you everâ€¦bound or unbound faerie wings before?â€ He had mentioned helping Fae Court exiles in the past. Perhaps he knew something about it. â€œOr understand fae magic? Or have the Sight?â€ She was hoping for something. Some indication that she was in good hands and this wasnâ€™t a complete risk. It would be worth it if it was a risk. She would die for the chance to unbind her wings, offer up a first born child, nearly anything. As she spoke, she began to drink the tea. It was effective. She quickly felt that it would put her into a very kind sleep fairly quickly and only hoped she could stay awake long enough to hear Scholarâ€™s answer.