Lost Creek Hollow hollow

"Forget about it," Bhreac said. "I'll handle it later. I don't want to lean too heavily on you, anyway. I have to make my own impression." It obviously wasn't anything against Eshe — she couldn't imagine her sweet, clever, terribly open sister making a bad impression on anybody, even though she babbled like none other. But if they were starting a new life, while Bhreac didn't mind being associated with her sister, she didn't want to be conflated with her. She needed to make her own first impression.

Besides, it was much more interesting to watch her sister blush and squirm. Bhreac really had liked Riordan — he was pleasant, with that odd accent and his kind face, and she could see him being somebody she trusted, eventually. But for Bhreac, trust or affection was a process. She'd always been the more reserved and serious of the two, but after everything that had happened, she felt inclined to be even stingier with her trust and affections. It worried her that Eshe seemed to fall in the opposite direction.

"So, clearly you like Riordan," Bhreac said, rolling her eyes and glossing over her sister's wittering. "I just — be careful, yeah? We've always been... you know, just us Endores. And after spending time with that other pack... You just don't know where they're coming from. Or what they're really like."