"The doctor who's treating him," she said, wiping a tear away. "I don't know whether he's magical himself or just happens to know a lot about us but...he guessed something was wrong, so he got me to send Clint's blood samples to an ex-colleague..." She looked at the floor. "Before I came in I got the results back, I think Clint could read it in my mind and...and that's why he acted how he did. The magic that transformed him...his fairy blood...the combination is making his diabetes worse, everytime he transforms..." she fought back a sob. "I think he's worried he can't be with you without risking his health, and so he was trying to persuade you..." she wiped an arm across her eyes. "I know, it's weird to think any guy would be encouraging two girls to get together and not have some creepy ulterior motive."