Hushed Willows A couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows

as hard as mae seemed to fight it, from what boone could gather, it felt as though she needed someone to listen. and so he did.
the world had let her down. her parents, her pack. she reminded him painfully of himself when he had been her age.
you're a strong girl, mae, boone broke the silence with a soft, trembling sigh. that sure sounds like a lot to deal with. i'm glad you told me.
perhaps it was corny, or soft, or something else emasculating, but there was value to be found in moments like these. there was hope in patching wounds, even with only a band-aid.
are we gonna have to worry about anyone huntin' you down?