Hushed Willows You don't wanna know what I know (that you're leaving)

Oh. A death. Reverie's ears tilted back, and she lowered her muzzle slightly. Oh, I - I'm sorry to hear that. Give them my condolences, please, She said softly, feeling awkward now because she didn't have much better to offer.

Um, would you like to stay for the night? I can bring you something from one of our caches... Reverie offered next. It hadn't been her intention to allow the boy to stay, but now she felt like she should. He was grieving, after all. She knew how terrible that was, the toll it took. While traveling, too! Loneliness was no remedy for grief.