Hideaway Strath Could have been my happy ever after

His first two reasons didn't sit quite right with her. They didn't need him and how could he like her, they'd only just met? But Towhee did not react outwardly. She stared astutely at his lips, listening in her way. Of course she didn't know his story yet, he hadn't told her. Towhee ground her teeth together (audibly, though she didn't realize), her patience thinning even as she reminded herself that support was definitely helpful.

"You're a chronicler too," she mused aloud. "Tell me your story," she insisted in the next breath, then tacked on another command, "and don't call me 'lady.'"