When The Fey Were Worried, It Was

So Much Saintlike Patience Cannot Be Good For Anyone.

Eternity Is A Long Time To Spend Alone, Without Others Of Your Kind.

Her Hair Was A Damp Mass Of Curls At The Back Of Her Neck, And Will Looked Away From Her Before He Could Remember What It Felt Like To Put His Hands Through That Hair And Feel The Strands Wind About His Fingers. It Was Easier At The Institute, With Jem And The Others To Distract Him, To Remember That Tessa Was Not His To Recall That Way. Here, Feeling As If He Were Facing The World With Her By His Side--feeling That She Was Here For Him Instead Of, Quite Sensibly, For The Health Of Her Own Fiance--it Was Nearly Impossible.

He Produced A Handkerchief—crisply Folded—and Handed It To Her. She Took It With Silent Astonishment. She’d Never Before Known Anyone Who Carried A Handkerchief.

So It's True. You Can Walk In Sunlight. I Thought Perhaps It Might Have Worn Off." "if I Feel The Urge To Burst Into Flames, I'll Let You Know.