Northstar Vale I don't wanna hate you, kills me that I have too

Reyson was familiar with feverish nightmares. He had his own fair few. There had been moments he had been very close to death. He had lain in blood and bile, for days after burying Renaud, Amity and Rook. The fever having finally taken him. He had lain there and hoped to die, had been disappointed when he had woken and he hadn't.

It had not been his name she called. Not it had been the name of the first lover, that much he had heard. The one that she would always love. Reyson knew this. Knew there was space for many in hearts of hearts. But.

He made a soft hmmm in his throat. A small shrug. I don't care about the herbs, Meadow. I told you from the beginning that it was your choice. I stand by that even now.