Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

Based on their last conversation, she assumed that the first potential father was Mal, the Neverwinter man. He was attractive enough, and he hadn't given her any reason to doubt him — aside from his careless sharing of information. 

The second prospect, however, didn't immediately fit any of the men she had met. Ying paused to look over each shoulder, ensuring no one was near, and lowered her voice to a whisper. Turning to Hua, she said: It doesn't matter if I don't like them. 

Her gaze hardened, though this wasn't the intent. It's not about how I feel. If you do get pregnant, I need to know if the b-babies will have a father. Lucky for them both, Ying was (normally) good at catching her tongue; in the heat of the moment, she'd almost referred to them as bastards.

Standing upright once more, Ying left a small scent marker on the sand beside her to disguise the momentary lapse in patrol. Then, she continued. So, who?