“Hey, hey, no.” Summer rubbed her thumb against his skin again. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I’m going to need to know some things, though, so I need you to stay calm.” It was like a switch was flipped — there’s a problem, and someone can use her help. Her emotions, her needs, get shunted away, for later. What matters is the solution. “Do you know if anything like this has happened before?”The Mesmer nodded at that, trying to focus on the situation at hand. “Right…” he mumbled, listening to her words. He thought about the question for a moment, trying to think of something more useful, but eventually sighed and said, “Not in the last century. And the last time this ‘appened, it led to mass-suicide in the Fae Community. After a while, it just sort of..disappeared; we still don’t know ‘ow it ‘appened.”
“Is there anyone who would know more?” Oh god, suicides. She didn’t want to deal with suicides. “You guys live a long time, right? There must be a historian, books, someone whose job it is to remember. What kind of things can take the power away from a Fae?”