Sleeping Dragon kicked my heart to baltimore

I am the worst. Sorry for holding this up y'all!

Whip's silence continued even after his sister spoke. Wildfire may have moved away, but Whip's tense and rigid stance did not abate. His knees locked; if a hard wind blew, perhaps Whip would have been blown over like a a poorly secured statue.

Whip looked to Gannet and then saw how loose and lose and relaxed he had become. He didn't quite understand how kindness came so easy to him. A small, ugly part of Whip felt a tad envious. Of course, Wildfire was family -- but to Whip, she was still largely unfamiliar. It would take some time before he was comfortable in her presence.