Tristran is very weak-willed when it comes to Yvaine. Very much so. Even though she may irritate him on the occasion, and act so incredibly strange the next, he is completely and utterly malleable in her evil hands.

(A bit like very pretty putty.)

As they make it through the scarce woods and towards a cresting hill some moments later, Tristran finally lets out a breath.

"I was fourteen," he starts.