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Reverie nodded slowly, calming again as Bridget spoke. Thank you, She murmured, and closed her eyes with a little sigh, letting the tension slowly fall away from her. I've been here before. When my sister died.
I'll figure it out. I always do, Her eyes opened again, and there was a soft light in them, something like hope but whittled down to the thinnest sliver. I used to be a dancer, you know. Reverie glanced down at the herbs again. That was all I wanted to do, all the time. Maybe she would again, someday. When Blossom was older, when Lestan had finally moved on to someone he might find more happiness with; maybe she would just be a dancer again.
Her gaze was still lingering on the plants Bridget had brought. I - I think I'm ready to try them now. The herbs.