Emberwood I had a dream of the pale morning sky

This time, he smiled at her, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment. He had a kind smile, a warm smile. It was the type of smile that almost felt like a hug. Reverie found herself relaxing, but she noticed that he seemed nervous.
He explained that he'd thought she was bad news. She'd never heard the phrase, but she thought it described her perfectly. She certainly never brought any good news to anyone. And she might have said as much, but then he named her pack, and her, and she blushed a little. She could not remember his name.
Oh! Yes! I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. There were so many people... She was learning to recognize the beginnings of attraction, and she was learning to feel flustered and guilty about it quite quickly. Surely Lestan wouldn't appreciate it.
But! His smile!