Blackbeak Bluff Devoted to neurosis now

Midar's explanation calms him slightly at first, and he starts to warm to the idea — until he registers the last few words. Irritation flashes through him and he sighs through his nose, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. You don't own me, Midar, He says, gladly taking the opportunity to find something else to be upset about — some other reason he can say no to this whole thing. You can't just drag me off to go live with your family — I don't know anything about them. You've barely told me anything about yourself. And I like the beach, he adds silently to himself, though he doesn't dare give voice to the trivial thought.