Barrow Fields filth

The girl was afraid; Reverie was reminded sharply of @Tauris, and her heart ached for the bleeding stranger. She couldn't leave her like this. Just as she prepared to approach with soft words, Boone appeared. She was startled for a moment. Her gaze followed the protective gesture toward Blossom, and some strange nameless warmth bloomed in her chest.
He was so gentle. Reverie stood back in quiet admiration of him for a moment, his easy compassion, the way he took the delicate situation deftly into his own hands. Then her eyes returned to the girl, still warm. You're hurt, She said softly. I can help, if you want. Distantly, Reverie was still thinking of Tauris, remembering the day they'd met; wondering where she was now, and if she was happy.