And if I made that choice, if I came back, would you be here?
Perhaps.
- What's wrong?
- Your ring.
Iron burns fairies.
I'm sorry.
I like your wings.
Maleficent thought of how Stefan cast away his ring, he who had so little in the world, so that their hands might touch again, and her heart was moved.
Thus did the young thief who had hoped to steal a jewel... Maleficent! ...steal something far more precious.
Maleficent?
Maleficent! After all these weeks, look who came back.
I thought it worth the risk.
So, what do you do for fun?
Stefan and Maleficent became the most unlikely of friends.
And for a time it seemed as if, in them at least, the old hatred between men and fairies had been forgotten.