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Tybault hadn't expected any other answer. The question had been more for her benefit, a way of showing that he meant no harm. But there were other things to be learned from her answer, too. Her wariness was apparent.

Tybault Medeiros, He answered easily, lowering himself to a sit. Of Hushed Willows. He tilted his chin briefly in the direction of the willows. After a moment his gaze returned to her, curious — but he wouldn't press.