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

It was Mae who found her, to Reverie's chagrin. She stood abruptly, straightening her fur self-consciously and trying to focus on what Mae was saying. Oh, yeah, I'm - I'm fine, Reverie made an effort to discreetly brush her tears away, grateful for the opportunity to shift the conversation away from herself. What were you wondering about?

It was the first time Mae had asked her any kind of question since that first conversation. Reverie tried not to look too eager.