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One of her canines pressed gently into her lower lip at his answer. She didn’t quite mistrust him, yet she had to wonder what made him choose this place. He didn’t leave her to wonder long, the mention of her mother’s name making her breath catch in her throat.

Ignoring the ache in her chest—and his own question—Tiuttuk pressed, How do you know her? What is your name?

Perhaps she might recognize it. Even if she didn’t, his familiarity with her anaa certainly vouched for him. He wouldn’t approach if it was a bad relationship, surely. Tiuttuk quietly pondered this, even as she patiently awaited answers.