Ren nodded slowly, her face still burning.
"Yes," she squeaked. "That too."
Altair looked at her for a long, quiet moment. His expression didn't darken with jealousy. His jaw didn't clench in possessive rage. He simply blinked his silver eyes, calm as a millpond.
"I do not mind sharing," Altair said softly.
Ren's jaw dropped slightly.
"I will not get jealous when you have to spend time with the others," he continued, his voice steady and sincere. "I understand. You are a female. You are precious. It is natural for many to want you."
Ren bit her bottom lip, looking down at him. She was crying internally.
'Why?!' she wailed in her mind. 'Why can't Kael and Syris be this reasonable?'
[System: I told you. He is perfect. He is husband material. Lock. It. Down.]
Ren hesitated.
He was gentle. As a bird, he was kind of terrifying—a giant golden eagle—but in his beastman form? His eyes were so honest. His voice was so quiet.
