Blackfeather Woods kiss ass.

Huh. I knew it. It's always the mothers. Though to Emèlie it was obvious that he didn't want to share, she didn't necessarily feel for the kid. He'd made it this far, so what was there to feel bad about? It almost brought a pang of resentment to the back of her throat -- this felt like nothing but self-pity from him. She was careful to keep it hidden, however, for maybe her prejudgments were wrong.