Hushed Willows There's a warning written in the corners of your face

Shifting my timeline around a little, gonna edit some internal dialogue in the previous posts but it won't affect actions or spoken dialogue!

It simply means you're special. Reverie blinked, caught off guard by it. Special. Filled with a Holy Spirit. Hadn't she thought of herself as such, once? But she had never been the special one, no, not her; the twins were special, never her (but what if he's right? What if —)

But before she could ask further about what this meant, this talk of Holy Spirits and God, there was Boone — and she could feel the agitation rolling off of him in waves. Reverie too had begun to learn cues; she'd learned to recognize when it was time to fall back on his instincts rather than trust her own. And though she was suddenly certain she did not at all understand what was going on here, she knew that now was one of those times, and she trusted him.

She moved to press her flank to his, seeking nonetheless to smooth the situation over; John was just telling me about, um, interpreting dreams. And the Holy Spirit. Whatever that meant. She cast wide-eyed glances between the two men, questioning but full of trust for her husband. Special. Was she, truly?