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"Yes."

"You were scared of Vyrael?"

"Everyone is scared of Vyrael."

"You don't look scared."

"That's because I'm exceptionally talented." There he is.

I smile. "What happened?"

A pause. "Nothing."

"Liar."

"No."

"Rhyven."

He closes his eyes briefly. Then— "I threw up."

I stare. He looks straight ahead. No. No way. "You did not."

"Yes."

"Rhyven Corvell."

"I was twelve."

"You threw up because of Vyrael?"

"Twice."

I lose it. Completely. I laugh hard enough my stomach hurts. Rhyven looks offended.

"This is the best thing you've ever told me."

"Regretting it already."

"Twice?"

"Eirea."

"Did he see?"

"Obviously."

"What did he do?"

Rhyven's face becomes even more unimpressed. "Sniffed me."

That makes it worse. I cover my face.

"Oh, gods."

"He was curious."

"You were vomiting in front of an ancient dragon and he sniffed you."