Ariaâ€™s eyes widened at his words, because he revealed that he knew what she was. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously as he kissed her cheek. What an odd take-out this was.<br/><br/>â€œAria,â€ She corrected, not upset over the title of exiled nymph. It was a correct title, after all. The stink was mostly gone from it. â€œMy name is Aria.â€ Her Fae mind flickered through thoughts and emotions so quickly that, while she didn't so much forget about his eyes, she didn't begin to connect things until she saw his hair. â€œPhoenixes do not have humanoid formsâ€¦do they? I have never met one, and that is your name. Pheonixes were more of an interaction with the larger Summer Court, not my Spring. You are not a fire elemental mage, I know.â€<br/><br/>A part of her hated to admit anything good about a man who just threatened her to get his way, but he was intelligent. She sent a flicker of magic carrying his name out to the various stone wards she had created upon first finding this home so that they would know he was welcome here. Well. As welcome as a person who pushed their way into the house could be. All but wards she placed around the doors and windows to the bell tower. That would still be off limits to the man. That was still her space.<br/><br/>â€œThe wards are set. You cannot enter the bell tower, but you are free to come and go in the rest of the church as you feel necessary for this safe place you threatened me to get. The wards have a magic to them that frightens off natural creatures. It will flash magical warning lights at us if anyone attempts to enter past them, because that means they are more determined to get in for any reason. If they are covered in bad intentions the magic gets nastier for them on their end,â€ she explained. She didn't add the â€˜if my magic worksâ€™ part to that. She could deal with the title of exiled nymph dealing with the spotty magic and the actual repercussions that come with that title were trickier.<br/><br/>As he laid down on the bench, she vaguely wondering how long he would be staying. She knew where there were blankets, though they were slightly moth devoured and she would need to wash them, but then he would be able to make a more comfortable bedding, as she had in her tower. Then she shook her head. He wasn't a welcome guest! It wasn't her job to take care of him!<br/><br/>Pheonix asked about eating rabbit and Ariaâ€™s demeanor saddened slightly. Court faeries didn't eat meat. There were other treats from their world that were made without the harm of delicate creatures. There were few such options in this world and she had quickly learned how to hunt or starve. â€œI do eat rabbit on occasions. I have food that I have foraged from the forest and traded the villagers for. Including a bit of bread and some cheese.â€ That, of course, meant stealing from the villagers and exchanging the food for various necessary and silent tasks around their homes. Faerie culture was often a take and give that not everyone appreciated. â€œI do not have a place to cook rabbit inside. There is a fire pit outside, however.â€<br/><br/><br/>{{{No worries. Typos happen sometimes. I'm not going to freak out over the few that may or may not pop up between the two of us, as long as I can understand what is happening and being said. Kudos on the phone roleplaying, though. That is a skill I do not have.}}}