"But... but... there are no such things as... faeries." Her fear started to fill the area, thick enough for Fay to almost taste it. The smell effected Fay, she could feel it even and she knew that that smell would change her own. It was an instinct thing, not something she knew from experience and surely enough Sandra started to back away from her her face turning more and more white of fright. "You... you... wish to... kill me..." She exclaimed, terrified.