"If you wish," Willy replied. It was purely platonic and he thought nothing of agreeing. He was fae and had a lifetime of fae customs and attitudes forming who he was. He had been in love for mere months. Nothing...no time at all. And so when Winter asked to share sleep he said yes as he would to any brother.

He changed out of his boots and black garb and pulled on silk pyjama bottoms. Then he willed himself to be wee, his own wings flutteirng to take him to Winter's bedside.

"I dare say you have one of the finest beds I have ever slept in," he said warmly. "I think I should use the same sort of magic on my bed, though mine is quite nice as well."