Hushed Willows I will relentlessly shame myself in rest, in wake, in front of

Mae returned to the willows feeling very unlike herself. Detached; haunted by the feeling of slowly drifting away from her own body. She greeted @Blossom briefly on her way in, but it was Reverie she sought when she passed the borders. She had questions.

Hey, uh, Reverie, She called out when she found her, not fully registering what she was seeing at first. I was wondering - Mae stopped short, blinking at the woman for a second. Was she crying? You uh, you good? Say yes say yes say yes.