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

Poison. Reverie's heart dropped into her stomach. What could Mae want with poison? Immediately she became a helpless bystander to her own thoughts, leaping to the worst conclusions against her own will: Mae wanted to hurt herself. She wanted to hurt someone else. Something terrible had happened, something Reverie didn't know about, and now — poison — !

No, She was surprised by the firmness of her own voice, though it wavered a little; this was the liveliest she'd ever seen Mae. Reverie didn't want to say no, but... That's - well, you know that's dangerous, don't you, Mae? Poison is - it's an awful way to die. If - if you're thinking about hurting someone, or yourself, then that's - something we need to talk about. But I won't teach you how.