He looked extremely pallid, the abrasions on his face standing out angrily against his pale skin. He groaned, but he didnt open his eyes.

Puck was there suddenly, dragging Ash to his feet, grimacing at the pain of his own wound. "Ladies," he gritted out, taking the princes weight, "go wake up the healer. Tell her weve got an iron-sickened prince on our hands. But be careful." He grinned, his normal self once more. "She can be a little cranky before shes had her coffee."

She hesitated and nodded, then went inside of the little shack.

Isiea stays outside, by Ash.

A cluster of toadstools, growing right out of the wall near the door, pulsed with a soft orange light, and the shack itself was covered in various moss, lichens and mushrooms of different colors.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" yelled an irritable voice on the other side. "Do you people think healers dont have to sleep, is that it?" Shuffling footsteps made their way to the door while the voice still continued to mutter. "Up all night with a sick catoblepas, but do I get any rest? Of course not, healers dont need rest. They can just drink one of their special potions and stay up all night, for days on end, ready to jump at every emergency that comes banging on their door at five in the morning!"

"What?" snapped the voice near her feet.

An ancient gnome stared up at Lise, her face wrinkled and shriveled like a walnut under a frayed clump of white hair. Barely two feet tall, dressed in a once-white robe with tiny gold glasses on the end of her nose, she glared at her like a furious midget bear, black eyes snapping with irritation.

" sorry. Um...we have a iron sickened prince. Could you help him? "

"Iron-sick? Oh dear." The gnome peered past her, staring at the three fey in the yard, and her eyes got wide behind her glasses. "That...is that...Prince Ash?" she gasped, as the blood drained from her face. "Mabs son? You expect me to help a prince of Winter? Have you gone mad? I...no!" She backed through the door, shaking her head. "No, absolutely not!"

" please? Just this one time. Once. "

"I dont make a habit of aiding the Unseelie, Ms. Chase. Let his own take care of him. Im sure the Winter Court has its share of healers."

" it doesn't have to be a habit, you can help him and then never have to deal with a winter fey again. "

"Please?" Isiea asks calmly, unsheathing her claws and opening her left eye.