Swiftcurrent Creek We can both pretend it's the first time

Reverie was still unused to how gentle Moss often was with her; she still couldn't quite bring herself to expect it from the woman who had, on their first meeting, so fully intimidated her. Her heart fluttered up into her throat at the praise, and she reached up to press a quick kiss to Moss's cheek without thinking about it. Then she flushed and her eyes dropped. She had been too forward, surely!
But she couldn't help it. It helped, knowing you were here waiting for me, Reverie admitted, daring to look back to her. And this was nothing but the truth; in many ways Reverie could not fully express just how much Moss's presence helped. If not for Moss, she might have lost herself fully to madness already. She might be dead.