Willy softly huffed a breath at that news and a bit of a frown turned his mouth down.

"Have you kin? Have you any home to return to?" he asked, realizing he may have gotten in over his head. This was precisely why the fae did not do things out of kindness. Now he very well may be responsible for getting Winter settled in a home.

And Willy had heard tales of captive fae. How they were never quite...right. Slavery was what it was. Muse, indeed. Willy wished such harm upon Aspid that the man groaned in pain in his sleep.