“You’re not normally a worrier,” she pointed out. She rested a hand on his shoulder, absently admiring the length of his legs in leather, and rubbed her thumb against his throat. “Just because I can’t actually sense you lying doesn’t mean I don’t know when you’re doing it, or that I won’t call you on it. So just fess up.”Alright, so Summer had a point there. He rarely actually worried, but now was an exception. He couldn’t feed, and he wasn’t the only one having this issue today. He sighed softly as she ran her thumb over his throat, voice a bit calmer as he admitted, “It’s just.. Well, you aren’t the only one without their powers. I can’t use mine either, and neither can any of the Fae I’ve called today. Something’s..wrong ‘ere.”
Summer stilled. “That … doesn’t make sense,” she said softly. “I’m not Fae. My powers aren’t Fae.” She started to go on, and stopped. “I haven’t tried to use my magic, though. Just empathy. Just what’s genetically encoded.” She hesitated. What if it didn’t work?