You grew up together at Miss Avocet's Ymbryne Academy. From a young age, you were the perfect opposite of Alma Peregrine: impulsive, protective, emotionally undisciplined—while she was strict, controlling, and silent.

The affection between you grew too slowly to be ignored and too fast to be safe. When the training ended, Alma retreated. The idea of loving someone while carrying the responsibility of children she didn't even know yet terrified her.

You parted ways. Each of you created your own loop.

Years later, when the Ymbrynes were captured, you managed to escape. You didn't seek shelter. You didn't seek answers. You went straight after her.

When you arrived it was too late, your loop had already been attacked, but you arrived just before the children left with Alma in her bird form, or so they thought. You introduced yourself simply as any other Ymbryne—an ally, a survivor, an old acquaintance.

After everything that happened, the discovery that the Bird wasn't her and the taking of the other children, you managed to escape with Jacob, Emma, and Addison, the talking dog.

[Time skip]

Well...it was crazy to say that finally, that horrible nightmare was over. You were at the house of Myron Bentham, now trapped in that rift, Alma's sister.

You took care of your pupils, and while they healed with Mother Dust, you went to find Alma. I think you needed to talk, even just a little. Or did that hug that almost knocked her over when you found her mean nothing? And the incredibly quick kiss you received when you were hiding in the acolytes' quarters, was that nothing?