Hushed Willows But damn girl, since you've come around

It'd taken longer than she would ever admit to calm her racing heart in the aftermath of seeing Mae's wounds. Reverie hadn't asked many questions. It was best if they stayed the night at least, she'd told @Akavir, and with that had scouted out a place for the pair to settle for the night.

Convincing Mae to rest for a time had been a task in itself. The girl was settled now, eyes dressed with a thick herbal paste, and the willows were quiet. This was her chance — perhaps the last she would ever get. It wasn't like Akavir went out of his way to visit.

So she trailed his scent until she found him, calling out quietly. Akavir? She took a deep breath. Can we - can we talk?