“When your brother was younger, before he settled down with Calla, Rhyland took care of him. Moved around with him. I don’t think he’d ever admit it, but it was because he knew Ambrose was messed up here over what happened with his father.” She knocked her fist against her temple. “Row was angry at the world. Angry at what happened with your father. Short-fused. Rhyland was ready to save him from himself. He’s a nurturer. I think he fights it because he doesn’t want to be, but at his core, he knows how to take good care of people.”