Hushed Willows “my temper would perhaps be called resentful.”

A shadow crossed her face at mention of the Bracken Woods, a bittersweet thing. How she missed those trees! And yet, when they were brought to mind, all she could smell was the sour stench of sickness. All she could see was Lana's body gone frail and cold.

Things had been better. . .once. And then they'd gotten worse, and that was why they had come here.

Lily lost part of his speech in her reminiscing; she came back to herself when he was wrapping up, giving him a polite smile and a dip of her head. We once lived near the Bracken Woods, she murmured, then pushed away the subject for now. I'm glad you find this place appealing.

Her tail moved slowly, gently behind her. Would you like to stay? she offered, lifting her chin in query. Might as well show their hand now, before the opportunity slipped away. We would be very happy to have you.