Stavanger Bay Tell me I'm weighing on your mind

It wasn’t an unreasonable fear or a rare one for wolves who carried a long-term sickness. Bridget nodded, but kept quiet as she heard Reverie out on the rest, smiling a little and letting a spark of amusement enter her expression as the woman thanked her again. She wouldn’t comment on it, but the repeated thanks were a great indicator that Reverie saw even their conversations as a burden. It wasn’t often that Bridget was thanked just for chatting.

It could be that he doesn’t want to trouble you with his issues, and sees them as less important than your health. Or it could be that he doesn’t know what to say. She would certainly find out! Whatever it is, I’ll do my best. And I can promise that much for you too, since it’s the only promise I can make and be honest. I appreciate the trust and I’ll make sure it’s well placed. She tipped her head playfully, but the words were clearly sincere despite the lightness behind them.

I’m going to go see if I can rustle up some eggs, and I’ll bring them by to check in once I do. The rest had been enough to give her a second wind, so she stood and stepped forward, giving Reverie an affectionate touch on the shoulder with her muzzle. We’ll talk again. Anytime, and about anything. Whatever we talk about stays here unless you want me to share it, and I’ll promise Lestan the same.