Hushed Willows [m] Take what you are, make it sacramental

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Whenever you have time! <3

With all that had happened of late, it felt as if Reverie could hardly find a moment alone with her husband. Her time was largely split between tending to Mae, comforting Blossom, and gathering the few herbs she could still find under the frost. Soon winter would be upon them, so Reverie was less careful in her harvests; she took whatever she could find, and left very little for the snow to claim. Slowly her stock of herbs was growing.

But she was exhausted. Reverie herself was still healing, and her injured leg seemed to make every activity more strenuous. She felt worn thin; crumbling, quietly. Through it all she did not complain — but it was driving her a little crazy. So when she'd finished her latest trek through the territory, a trip divided between strengthening the scent marks throughout the forest and picking through the last of its foliage, Reverie put her herbs away and sought @Boone.

The moment she laid eyes on him, a familiar fire lit in her veins. Reverie went to her husband with only a faint chuff to announce herself, and if he would let her, she kissed him fiercely. She missed this; she missed his arms around her waist, the sounds she coaxed from him when they were together, the way he held her in the aftermath.