Mab turned back to me and eyed me up and down. She quirked one eyebrow, very slightly, somehow conveying layers of disapproval toward multiple aspects of my appearance, conduct, and situation, and said, 'Finally.'

'There’s been a lot on my mind,' I replied.

'It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten,' Queen Mab replied. 'Improve your mind.'

Author: Jim Butcher