Felltree Marsh Always doubled up inside

Tybault swallowed hard.

You said you... like the same gender, He lingered on the words, still hesitant. Thoughts of Wildflower flitted around in his head, no matter how hard he tried to swat them away. After a moment, he went on. How did you, uh... know?

His ears burned. His throat felt painfully dry. Tybault watched Etienne carefully, simultaneously dreading and expecting derision from him.