"There are no tiers to beauty. It exists or it does not. There is only the preference of the beholder." Different beauties, yes. The difference in the sunrise or a sky full of stars. The difference in silk or velvet. A delicately folded flower or one in dazzling bloom. All beautiful in their own unique ways.

Hai's words plant the seed of an idea in Iseul's mind. Would he not enjoy the beauty of a night-blooming garden? Would he not value the chance to see flowers in bloom once more? And with a touch of Fae glamour they could be a brilliantly colors as those that blossom beneath the sun's warmth.

A wry smile pulls up one side of the Fae's mouth. "Is this why you prefer to spend your time with me than them?"