Whitebark Stream became as mad as rabbits, with bushels of bad habits

The pale girl's words sent a rush of joy and relief through him-- but his mind instantly darted elsewhere. Lennon. He found himself comfortable with the thought of loving them both; the boy wondered, though, if they would feel the same. And he wasn't blind to their own connection-- perhaps...
Do you love Lennon, too? Alarian wondered aloud, tone curious and gentle. He held no jealousy, no anxiety-- he was rather at peace, actually. If her answer was what he thought it would be, he already knew what he would say next.