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She couldn’t help but notice her vomit drew a few fish out of the depths to nibble at the sudden food source. It amused her and turned her stomach all at once. Closing her eyes, Druid turned away from the water and felt Sequoia’s breath on her cheek. She sat, allowing her mother to soothe her and leaning into it.

Mama… she said, voice a little thready and her eyes still squeezed shut. I don’t want that, Druid whispered. I don’t ever want a man to mount me, or even touch me. She shuddered and felt a sudden urge to cry. Druid let her head fall forward, hiding her face against Sequoia’s patchy shoulder.

When she regained her composure, she sat up straight again and opened her eyes. Sequoia was speaking of her second mother, Wildfire. It immediately made her think of Mireille’s two mothers. Why did everyone but her have two mothers? The errant, petty thought made a weak little laugh escape her.

I don’t need a partner. I have you, and Witch, and Heda, and Mireille, Druid said quietly, thoughtfully. They were her partners, the only family she would ever need. I don’t want anyone mounting me, ever, she repeated her earlier words, clarifying for her own sake as much as Sequoia’s that she didn’t want that kind of attention from a woman either.