Wheeling Gull Isle When everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight

Suspicion warred with Tybault's desire to simply accept this open display of kindness. As often as he tried to tell himself that he didn't need comforts like that, it was awfully tempting just now. When had anyone ever been this forthcoming and generous with him? Even his own family seemed to think that he didn't have feelings the way they did, that he didn't need anything from them. Everyone except Ophelia.
Remembering that gave him the strength he needed to focus on why he was here. Thank you, Tybault said after a moment, his voice genuine. He was grateful, although the real reason he decided not to question Bartholomew was because it was just easier that way. He looked away from the warmth in the man's eyes, feeling awkward. I'll - get to it, then. Anything I should know before I start looking for people to ask?