Willy was quite touched by Winter's words and felt quite tender toward the little pixie. He wasn't given to compassion, really, but Winter was kin. This was different than anything he might feel for a mortal.

Willy's magic transformed the entire corner into a private space for Winter. Not only the bed, but a chest of drawers and wardrobe appeared, filled with fine garments sized perfectly for the small pixie. a carpet came together beneath all of it, soft and plush for the little one's bare feet. It was a room fit for royalty.

"There, now," he smiled. "And what of food? I have bread and honey, and some fruit," he said. "You are welcome to help yourself any time you would like to eat."