Blacktail Deer Plateau Cats don't play nice

It was good to hear that Dwin had found her way home once again, though the mention of traveling made her heart ache. Reverie herself had once wanted to see the world. Twice now she had sacrificed that want for the love of a man; twice now she'd given herself over to the promise of a future she had never wanted for herself.

But things were different now. She'd changed. That was what Reverie told herself, anyway, as she finished dressing the wounds with herbs that would prevent infection and promote healing. Here, this is for the pain. It doesn't taste very good, though, She presented a few leaves to Amalia and then rose, gathering the leftover herbs into a little pile.

When you're ready, I can help you get back to Brecheliant.