Swiftcurrent Creek Save some face; you know you've only got one

Akavir glanced up—the trio of pups were reluctantly exploring, though still hungry, and he kept a wary eye on them, herding them closer to the den mouth then perhaps an over protective mother would… He was completely out of his element.

He blinked at Kelsier—a certain alarm drumming in his chest at the mention of medication—and even more so at the man’s suggestion of separating the two. They had only just been returned to one another—if anything, Reverie had become worse away from Lestan.

“You can’t separate them, not if they don’t want to be,” he began, his eyes sweeping over the other man with hidden alarm. Now he wanted to take Reverie to Riverclan at his permission—and he blinked again. “Those decisions are up to Reverie, not me.”

And then, more importantly, given his own most recent discussion with the flighty girl— “You’ve medicated her? On what? We never discussed medication… She did so willingly?”