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Her response was more practical than he'd expected. Intrigued, Tybault surveyed the pelt more openly now.
That sounds useful. What kind of animal did it come from? It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. She was unlike anything he'd seen before, now that he was looking at her. Ethereal like a morning snowfall, but her eyes promised spring; there was something motherly about her. She was certainly old enough to be his mother, he thought, mostly out of obligation. That was something the other boys did, he'd noticed; they commented even on a woman's lack of attractiveness or eligibility, as if it always mattered simply because she was a woman. He didn't understand it, but he knew that it wasn't normal to not think such things, so he tried to make himself think it. It felt kind of rude, though.