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Eirlys continued to fume, her normally placid expression screwed into a ragged collection of crooked, discontented snarls. She was about to remind her smiling brother just how ferocious she was when his question shocked the crankiness right out of her. “Suitors?” she repeated blankly, blowing the very idea away with a strikingly unladylike snort. “If boyfriends make girls leave their families behind, then I’ll never have a suitor.”

The more she thought about it, the better she liked it. As much as she idolized Sif for having her life so tidily made up at such a young age — she had a husband already! — Eirlys herself was happy still being considered a puppy. She liked being a daughter and a sister. She wasn’t nearly as excited about being somebody’s mother or wife — in fact, the idea kind of grossed her out. “Just don’t get a girlfriend,” she quipped in a theatrical groan, though there was something wistful in her tone. “Who’s going to keep us all together if you go away, too?” Unfairly, she tended to enforce the mindset that Ceallach had already adopted: that he was the family’s keeper — the glue without which everyone would fall apart.