Swiftcurrent Creek Holding me back, gravity's holding me back

She perplexed him—she apologized—a claim then that she hadn’t even gone into heat and Akavir quickly dispelled the light frown those words had initially clouded his features with. He would wonder at her age—her inexperience, perhaps, having her not realize what it had felt like.

Or, perhaps, her rather whimsical and dream-like nature had kept her from knowing.

Reverie wished to change the subject—the mention of his own children drawing his discomfort closet to the forefront, though instead he offered her a small smile—one that wouldn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not yet,” he offered, eyes intrinsically studying her. “Jakoul has been protective of them. But I wanted to thank you for being there for her.”

Because the shadowed waif had indeed needed someone—even if it had not been him she had reached to.

“Reverie, we have an agreement with Riverclan and Kvarsheim… We can get you looked at by a healer or someone who might know more.” He paused—waiting her words—drawing her back to the focus of herself.

Pregnancy and pain seemed, after all, something that should not be taken lightly.