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

wanna fade?

A snort of laughter left her nose at his explanation, that one word slipping bemusedly from his tongue. Yes, it told her all she needed to know. Queenie was her polar opposite; they had never gotten on. Perhaps motherhood had changed her, but somehow, Lily doubted that very much. Delight, however, gave her a glimmer of hope, and began to lead her toward the den where his children rested.

She was thankful for his friendship. That he worried so much about her letting slip the news of a curse to anyone--much less Alarian, who treated her like a ghost--the thought did not even cross her mind. In time, she might even forget it, remembering only that the Chancellor took the time to sit and talk with her in this wretched state, and had trusted her at last.

Curses were things of tales, after all. Love, care, camaraderie--those were all real, and vastly more important to her. She could savor this moment, and hope that he felt the same newfound good will toward her, as well.