[That little tidbit is surprising. If anyone could avoid the end of all things, Louise would place all her wealth on fairies. And demons. Something to remember; to look into. ]

Go be certain, later. And find what kind of fairy they are.

[The rare, good kind -- the kind that watch over children -- long ago stopped visiting Louise's windows. Her magic, as she's grown, has become too dark. Too rooted in things beyond just the dirty and the natural things of the Earth.

It's not a terrible loss. She isn't a child who needs gentle kindness anymore. ] -- Let's eat. You can tell me about your new serpent friend.