Hushed Willows [M]y light extinguished

She was crying.  Bridget automatically moved to try and comfort her, but then froze, rigid, as she haltingly explained what had happened.  A man.

What did he look like?  Bridget's voice was quiet, but there was a tone behind it that held a current.  A live wire waiting to be tripped.  

In general, the fairy was quick to anger when it came to her family, and quick to forgive when misunderstandings were had.  This, however, was different... unforgivable.

There was little she could do for her aside from help her to clean herself up, but she did have something to help calm.  Chamomile.  Poppy is good for the journeys we take, but should never be used as an escape. Leticia's voice resounded in her memory.