[ The youngest of Leon's daughters bows her head for pets, because even the fae allow themselves some indulgences (a lot of indulgences, really, but some of them are content with indulgences that don't end in horrible, horrible things). ]

Sypha. Your keeper? [ She looks to Trevor, and he nods. ] She probably won't put me on any sticks. I hope. I'll have her where she ought to be, quick as I can.

[ She waits only a little longer to enjoy pets, and then she's entirely a rabbit, if a horned one, and she's out of sight in a moment. Trevor looks about. ]

You can only get so far from her before you start moving toward her again. I'll take you as far as we can go. Hours, or days?

[ Not that the difference matters much, here. ]