From the left, with only his gifted eye visible, and the tip of his ear hidden in that tangle of dark hair, he looks almost like a high fae lordling, worn out from a week of revels. Yarrow’s seen the look on tired men crawling out of his bed the next morning. A fae as cute as Folly, Yarrow would be luring him back into bed for another round. But Folly isn’t fae, and he isn’t worn out from revelry. He’s worn out from being attacked, cursed, and yanked between realms, and he’s human. Helpless and innocent in the ways of the fae realm.
