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And soon there were more; a child, and a man, gently protective in a way that reminded Reverie achingly of Lestan. She listened carefully, eyes drifting between each of them and settling on the woman who introduced herself as The Widow Redhawk. Reverie knew that name. Redhawk.

But now was not the time.

Stay as long as you need, Reverie invited in a hushed and somber voice, beckoning them within the borders. Do any of you need food, medicine? She cast an anxious glance over her shoulder, wondering where Boone was and why he hadn't answered her call.

I'm Reverie, She added after a moment, looking back to the little group. My um, my husband, Boone, should be here soon... my daughter Blossom lives here too, and another girl, Mae.