JW, for all his attitude, was actually a pretty good listener when it came to what stood between him and wishing well pennies. After the stranger's explanation, he slowly started to wipe his hands off on his jeans.

"So that's your word for fae in this place..." He tried to ignore the squeezing sensation in his heart. Oh, God. Oh, shit, he just put his hands in a faerie well. He could have died. It was that same sensation you get after somebody cuts you off in traffic and you managed to break at just the right moment. "Ah..." The word wasn't easy to form and tasted weird in his mouth. "Thanks."