Hushed Willows he took his vorpal sword in hand;

There was something wrong.

It kept repeating in her head, the dizzying smell of blood hanging around her nostrils.

Wrong with her, with Reverie, with everything, and she couldn’t help but blame herself. But she shoved together her pieces, and sought out @Boone . If nothing more than to try and make him feel better, ease his pain so she could ignore her own.

Snowdrop buried its little face in her neck ruff as she ducked her head low, drawing scent into her twitching nose. Then, she raised her head back up in an aborted huff. She wasn’t the best at tracking things, especially not now.

Boone? She called after a moment, a blast of chilled air making her quiver for a moment before settling back into her skin.