Noctisardor Bypass No Expectation. No Drama.

The boy spoke of hunting; Goldfinch's eyes widened a little. Maybe he wasn't quite so soft and helpless as she'd thought. Her familiar darted off into the trees, singing a cheerful song, and Goldfinch could only stare at Rowyn for a few seconds. She was quick enough to remember her reservations: what if he got hurt?

We hunt. She asserted, and this was as far as she would compromise. Goldfinch hadn't found him and brought him here and fed him only to lose him so quickly. This boy was hers, claimed fairly, and she meant to keep him safe.