Hushed Willows Every day I've got a smile where my frown goes

Reverie went still when the girl withdrew from her, and made no further attempt to touch her. A slight frown knit her features — and deepened when Mae spoke in acidic tones. If she had seen all of Jakoul in her before, now it was Akavir she saw; his influence, his anger. Reverie was hurt, but she tried not to let it show.

I'm Reverie. I um, I knew your mother - and your father, But he hates me, she almost added, before she thought better of it. Instead she said, I was there when you were born. Her eyes traced Mae's features for a moment, the sharp angles of her face and the silver eyes so like Jakoul's. Then her gaze dropped and drifted, and she wondered again what had happened. There was so much anger in her, anger and distrust, and Reverie's heart ached to see it.

Um, are you in pain? I could give you something for it? She dared a glance back toward the girl's face.