The question gets a long silence, but, blessed be small mercies, it's the kind of silence easily recognizable to a priest or teacher - the It's Hard To Explain Silence.

"...Never thought I'd wish I was a better witch," Nyx says at last with a rueful little smile. "It...it all goes back to connection, and through it agreement. Some of my magic, and goblin magic, and the magic of the Others, it's just things we are. Everything else is by contract, yeah? Like this, check this out -"

She holds her nose and blows out through it, and Nyx's shadowy hair pops into the yarn hair of a Raggedy Ann doll, bright red. She flashes Aldo a little grin.

"That's a deal with Mirrors. I agree to pay Glamour, and they change my shape a bit. The Fairest of Lands runs off that idea."