Sea Lion Shores I'[m] thinking of ending things

There she went. Tybault snorted, abruptly frustrated with her; it was always the same thing with Reverie, had been ever since they were children struggling to cope with the trauma of their sister's death. The rest of them had changed, moved on, but it seemed she never would. No amount of apologies would change that.
You can't just change the subject after all that. A witch? Your boyfriend murdered a guy? What did he even do, anyway? Tybault sighed. Don't answer that. I don't want to know. Let's have this conversation later, alright? When you're in a better place. And you will be in a better place, the firmness of his tone implied. I'll be around.
He needed time to process all this, anyway. His sister, a mother; Tybault worried distantly for her child. Just think about what I said. He turned away, determined now that Reverie should be left to her own thoughts. It was the only way he'd made any progress. But he still had a long way to go, and felt that this meeting had only highlighted that.