Herbalists' Cache Just dance; gonna be okay

He was distracted, Reverie felt, by something terrible. Something was haunting him, and she was afraid to ask. She was supposed to know, wasn't she? Would it hurt him further to learn that she had forgotten? Reverie took to grooming him, and let the silence sit between them for a time while she cleaned the wilds from his fur. Mostly she did it to care for him, but the gesture was one of possession, too. Her scent on him so heavily would have unmistakable meaning to anyone they met, she thought.
What are you thinking about? She asked after a little while. It felt like a safe question, one that wouldn't give away too much. Reverie wished for perhaps the thousandth time that she could remember the days, the weeks prior to that horrible night.