Broken Boulder what will you dream of tonight, lady rachel?

She shook her head, smiling at him, hoping that he'd take the meaning in her eyes. She had taken offense before, but it felt so trivial now, in the wake of everything that had happened since. Queenie was now a mother, Delight was busy with his duties, and she. . .well, everything had changed, for her. How could she hold on to grudges, these days?

Lily dipped her muzzle at him, raising her eyebrows and cocking her head in a sort of How are you, mate? gesture. It was so frustrating, not being able to speak, and she tried to keep that emotion from her face, attempting to paint, solely, what she was trying to say across her countenance. Her movements were simple, stilted.

This was fucking torturous.