Hushed Willows Had a big mac head for a small fry

Whenever you have time <3

@Everett.

He'd been dreading this conversation. Tybault stood awkwardly at the mouth of the den, one ear turned back to listen to the sounds of his sister and nieces just outside. Reverie had taken the girls to play in the rain for a bit.

We should talk.

Tybault took another step into the den, just enough to shelter from the rain, and sat. This would be a long conversation.