He would take Damian in a heartbeat. There was no worry about him eating anything that would bind him to some other Fae or their world. What he did fear was possible repercussions. There was much they could do to hurt and torment an interloper. Even if said interloper was a companion to one of their own.

Three days and three nights without Damian... the mere thought of it felt like an eternity. Iseul sighed and tucked his head beneath Damian's chin. "I will not dally," he promised. There were few with whom he socialized, anyway, which meant few to delay him from returning.