Hushed Willows and they raise a toast of bulleit rye

One by one they gathered, and Reverie's gaze traced over each of them in the moments before Boone began to speak. Her excitement was almost palpable, but it started to fade as her husband went on and it became apparent that there was no place for her to speak in all of this. She kept herself carefully neutral even as her heart fell. Her thoughts twisted quickly into bitterness. Why was she even standing on this ledge beside him? Was she only meant for decoration?

The distraction was almost welcome when it became apparent that something was very wrong with Reina, and all eyes were on her and Boone. In this, at least, Reverie could make herself useful. She let Boone lead her only for a few moments before pressing past him, going right to Reina's side with a gentle touch to her shoulder. Hey, what's wrong? She asked softly, looking for @Blossom next. Blossom, sunshine, can you go get some chamomile from my den? And - lavender, if you can find it.

Her attention flitted back to Reina; It's alright. You're safe, Reverie touched her nose to the red woman's cheek. Maybe this was her place; not up on a ledge speaking to everyone but here, with them, soothing them as much as she could. Her heart ached, but she put her focus for now on calming the woman she'd invited into her home.