The small faerie had been watching the strange man ever since he had started his stew, she had been flying for so long and had hardly any strength left in her small fragile wings. As he looked upon the hill she took this chance to swoop in and grab some stew she had hoped he wouldn't notice her as she quickly hid behind the pot the warm fire lifting her and carrying her on the warm currents. She peaked out from behind the pan to watch and see if the man had noticed, her wings dangerously close to the fire but withstanding the risk in hopes of safety.