Do you believe

"Why, Tink, how dare you drink my medicine?""
But she did not answer. Already she was reeling in the air.
"What is the matter with you? cried Peter, suddenly afraid.
"It was poisoned, Peter," she told him softly, "and now I am going to be dead."
"O Tink, did you drink it to save me?"
"Yes."
"But why, Tink?"
Her wings would scarcely carry her now, but in reply she alighted on his shoulder and gave his chin a loving bite. She whispered in his ear "You silly ass"; and then, tottering to her chamber, lay down on the bed.
His head almost filled the fourth wall of her little room as he knelt near her in distress. Every moment her light was growing fainter; and he knew that if it went out she would be no more. She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it.
Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.

Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie

A present for ~almightystarfish