Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

Her answer was vague. Tybault started to suspect that he wasn't the only one who would rather not discuss some parts of his life. The difference was, he thought, that he bothered to cut around the difficult parts. Heda only glossed over it. Maybe she wasn't ready. He could understand that.
Is fire why you're here?
It felt unfair, that she should be so evasive but so perceptive and pointed. He could only bite back the urge to laugh and call her out on it. What he had to say wasn't anything to laugh about, anyway. Yeah, I guess you could say that. More like what brought my sister here, He hoped, anyway. He didn't want to admit that he'd lost her trail a long time ago, and had guessed from there. It's been four months. It felt good to finally say that part aloud, at least. Four months. He wasn't sure what he wanted her to say. Did he want encouragement, or forgiveness? Neither was hers to give, but he hoped for them anyway.