"Oh, yes," the fae responds, after a moment. "I suppose that is what she calls herself, to you lot."

The fae grins devilishly, considering their surrounding. They lift the crystallized candle in a hand.

"Oh well! Thanks for the free rider, human!"

And with a gust of icy wind, the fae flies off. The sky is already starting to turn grey with approaching clouds, and the grass is gathering the beginnings of frost.

Whoops.