Hushed Willows [m] He got sick of people thinking he's a good guy

Yup.

Tybault eyed him for a moment. More wisp than man, blue-eyed and wreathed in an aura of exhaustion. Was he really interested in Reverie? His sister was enough to tire even the most enthusiastic souls. Tybault just couldn't picture Abel surviving more than a few minutes of her attention.

First impressions weren't everything, he supposed. I haven't seen you around much, He commented as he stepped forward, gesturing for the man to follow him.  It was true that they were all equal in rank, but even so, Tybault felt that there was an unspoken hierarchy among the willows. Family would always hold authority here. So he expected Abel to follow, and did not look back to see if it was true. Noticed your scent around my sister's den, though.

His tone seemed to demand explanation. He fell silent, letting it linger in the air unspoken.