[Fading, breaking, all words that mean the same thing: dying. Honestly, hearing that makes him wonder if that world is in as much need of help as this one. One thing that's interesting is that Sarah keeps using the same word — will — and acting like it has some power to it. Which it does, on a symbolic and emotional level Bigby is more familiar with, but the context she's using it in definitely seems like it falls on the magical end of things.

Faerie magic is... strange. There's a reason why it drives people to madness. He makes a mental note to ask her more about that later. For now—]

Yeah. And promises, too. [He props his arm up on his table, leaning his chin against his fist. The cigarette is rapidly shrinking, but damn if he's not going to make the best he can out of what he has left.] I'm glad they didn't exchange that info for one.

[And he means that too. If Sarah is really that familiar with fae and magic, she should know about two of the most important things connected to them: promises and names. Tricking humans into giving either is one of the oldest fae tricks in the book.

Assuming that's what the Emperor is. It's a little hard to tell.]

Whoever it is lives near the God Wood, in something called the Forsvar encampment. [He thinks? It's a good thing one of them is writing this down.] The Emperor said it's going to be impossible to talk to the wolves unless I prove myself to them first, but this person can help me with that. Apparently.

[He sounds tired when he huffs that final bit of punctuation out. Looks tired, too.]