"And how would you know what he wanted?" Mary asked, standing up as he sat down, putting a small distance between them. It was so hard for Mary to want the physical comfort of her Hummingbird at the same time as she felt nothing but shame for that desire. "This season, with humans eating their chocolates and having their stupid fucking egg hunts and every year it's nothing but a reminder of his blood on my hands."
She didn't yell. She managed not to even raise her voice. Instead she just turned away from Huitzi so she didn't have to look at him while she spoke.