Hushed Willows oh, the earth fueled the flame

At his words, all she could think was, yeah, and it took long enough to come back. Maybe now things would chill out. The herds would come back, rabbits would burst from their burrows all over, and they'd all be well fed again. Back to their usual selves, instead of these... She had no term that could encompass "paranoid, angsty, immature, foolish," and gods know what other phrases.

Octavia nodded at his words though, and looked up at the fresh buds that were all over the willows. Yeah. This place is amazing when its healthy. I can't wait to see it again, she had only glimpsed the trees and the rest of the foliage for a couple of weeks before the locusts had come. The woman licked her lips, thoughtful, remembering.

Then, she moved on to other things. I suppose you are.. Mordecai, I presume? Harlyn's husband. She looked to him, studied his face, traced that scar carefully with her eyes. She's in much higher spirits now that you're here. I'm glad.