Ravensblood Forest Can I bring another bitch or nah?

The song faded as they met, but the feeling lingered in the air between them. Tybault could only look at the stranger, at his silver-tipped fur and his summer-sun eyes. It felt like the first time he'd truly seen anyone in... a very long time.
Tybault had never been able to let himself fully feel anything, without reservation, except through song. It felt as if he'd cut his emotions loose to swirl in the air around him. Everything, all at once, out of his control. The nameless singer spoke to him, but he could only blink at first. Had anyone ever told him that?
I - What was he supposed to say? Thanks? No, that felt weird. You're beautiful. Whatthefuck — I mean. Your voice. Is beautiful. He reached for irritation, for anger, and found none. Their shared song had stripped him of it, and left him with nothing but honesty. Suddenly he wasn't a big fan.