Stone Circle I hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand

You’re my best friend, he said, and Faun accepted that as his truth. Abruptly, she felt ashamed. Kelsier was a fine man, of course there would be women out there who wished him to sire their litters. Her ears wilted back, and her posture crumpled in on itself.

She had never felt more like the broken remains of the girl she had been when she arrived here. It had been a year, or it would be soon anyway. She closed her eyes, taking in a sigh of air. Faun plastered on her best smile as she took a few steps forward.

It’s possible for you, I’m sure. You’re a fine man, a good man. You’d make a wonderful father. Better than most. Her father, for instance, was a topic she didn’t think of on her best days. 

There are sure to be plenty who would want you to father their litters, Kelsier. She pressed her tongue against a worn groove in her cheek.