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Alright, Reverie agreed softly, and when the blood had been cleaned up she disposed of the moss and returned with flowers to scent their den, to soothe Lestan. She moved Blossom further away from the blood and invited him close, arranging their daughter carefully so that she could sleep between them safely.
But she kept one protective arm gently over the girl all the while, and would linger and hover and worry this way long after this conversation, perhaps forever. She could not forget what Lestan had said. I'll send you back to Kvarsheim. Without her.
Lestan? She murmured after a time, before either of them had started to drift. Don't ever threaten to take Blossom from me again. And if he were anyone else, a threat might have lurked under the words. But for him it was a promise:
Or you will lose both of us.
Reverie was silent after that.