Swiftcurrent Creek when you’re down, when you fall

The boy's words only make him angrier at first, but when he suggests talking about something else, relief sweeps over him. He swallows, nodding slightly, but it takes him several more moments to find his voice again. I'm Zephyr, He mutters, suddenly reminded of Cupid. And then, before he can stop it — And — just so you know, I'm not a girl. The words are louder than before, almost a challenge, and he's eager to grasp this feeling of grim defiance, quickly leaving behind the vulnerability he'd felt only seconds before.