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The maid was soft with her words, offering things that should have assured Crowfeather of Germanicus’ care and his devotion. The yearling did not feel warmed by her kindness. He was not certain how to voice the feelings within him, only that the plagued him terribly.

Tamar was close enough that Crowfeather was inclined to reach out to her. It was not the closeness that he craved, however. The sullen look upon his face shifted to where she was. He searched her features, noting things he had not seen before, or had not cared to notice. She was pretty and soft. The intrusive thought of Tamar with Germanicus filled him with familiar burning jealousy.

Crowfeather sighed in reply to her question, unsure how he might answer.

He has all he needs.

There was a long pause and silence filled the space around them.

Tamar… do you know what it feels like to- to be in love?