Hushed Willows Mythic

Perhaps she was making a mistake in holding Warbone back. What if she birthed her children and Reek came knocking? What if he found her, and everything went to hell again? Would she give up her children to this man because they shared a history, and the children shared his blood..? Did they really need him as a father figure. Perhaps Warbone would do, Tavi thought suddenly, her mind beginning to drift and go numb as she felt sleep tugging at her consciousness. She heard him speak and was soothed more by the tone of his voice rather than the words, and did not answer his question — hearing it as a rhetorical thing, but also being too tired to bother any verbal attempt.

Suddenly her maw parted, and she loosed a graceless little yawn. The feeling welled up in the back of her throat and pealed across her tongue, and then her teeth snapped shut with a dulled click. Tavi had much to learn about this place and the man who controlled it, but understanding all that was said here would take time, and she would need to rest properly. Her eyes began to droop as she lay there, silent but trying to listen, and then she mumured: Thank you, Arkham, although she did not know what she was thanking him for at this point. His hospitality? Maybe his promise not to harm Reek. Maybe something more, but she did not say anything else - drifting off entirely, moments later.