Swiftcurrent Creek My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

Moss regretted the question almost immediately, feeling rebuked for having tried to get a glimpse of how Reverie was feeling. Perhaps Reverie held a grudge against her for leaving- or she was possibly just hung up on the fact that Moss had been so surprised by the scent of Arric. 

Her ears flicked back when Reverie started to cry. She wanted to reach out, but couldn’t help but feel as though this was her fault- and as such, Reverie might not accept her consolation. Moss was willing to take the chance, though, and deftly moved in to circle around Reverie and lay at her side. Gently, but firmly, she pulled Reverie toward her. 

”I’m sorry.” What for? For leaving? For not reacting properly when she’d come back? For not catching the witch that had threatened Reverie? For all of it.