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Well, that explained why Anselm hadn't mentioned her, although the name change was a bit... odd, to say the least. Was it something about Rivenwood that had pushed her to change it? Would Fiona be pressured into changing her own name as well? That didn't sit right with her at all. Then again, several things about this place didn't sit right with her. Fiona realized her mistake in showing her own problematic feelings on her face—a rookie mistake!—as Druid's whole demeanor changed.

Then, a slinging back of her own words in her face. Fiona winced. I deserved that, she replied sullenly. I apologize for the... look. I have a hangup about pregnancy. Childbirth, too. It was the whole reason she was planning to hoofing it back and forth between here and the hollow every other day.

If you don't want me here, I'll go. I'm only here because Anselm asked me to help him bring the supplies for Etienne. Her life would be a whole lot easier if she could remain at the hollow, even if this pack intrigued her even more now. Clearly Druid wasn't the glowing new mother that Fiona had come to expect while living in Greenroot. Then again, she had never understood them. What was so great about putting your body through that?

Etienne hung back, and Fiona cast him a curious glance, but she didn't engage with him further.