"There is a lot in our respective worlds that each one of us may not be aware of," Ishiah points out, not unkindly, tilting to catch her gaze more readily. "In my world, humans are on the whole rather ignorant of our presence. They don't know of peri, of werewolves, of pucks, except as being myths, supposedly. My existence on earth would hardly be believed by anyone I might choose to tell."

He ends his words with another nod of his head, as though trying to have her consider the possibility, at least. She seems level-headed enough to try and take some of it in.