A gentle blush spread on Declan's cheeks, but it was an almost-pleasant embarrassment — not the horror he'd experienced when she was teasing him. "Oh," he said, looking down at the dinner she'd made him. He ate another carrot before replying, savoring the crunch, because he wanted to have a minute to think about his response before he mustered it. "That's because you've all welcomed me in, too." He felt like another attachment to their family, which was not always something he felt in his own — oh, he and his siblings took care of each other, and sometimes they even liked each other. But they had never been nearly as close as the Whitby girls were; they had never been a unit.