Hushed Willows [m] Never gonna allocate all of this dark hate

Wayfarer inhaled deep, then released it steadily. Was it this worry that'd gotten Reverie so down, had reduced her to tears? Her frown deepened, and her immediate concern was that Boone might be responsible for the weight of emotion that'd built in her.

Relationships were something the rogue had long avoided, having preferred to keep others at arm's length. They were complicated things. Her thoughts shifted briefly to the darkness she felt as a girl, living in her mother's shadow. She should've been able to count on her parents, but had seemed more like an inconvenience to those who'd recklessly brought her into the world.

We all fuck up sometimes, she sighed, knowing how terrible she was at giving advice or comforting those around her. Wayfarer rolled a slim shoulder in a shrug, nobody's perfect. Don't feel like you have to be. Some days, life was about just getting by. Hearthwood was only newly established - knowing what it needed was tough, because its wolves were only mere acquaintances. We will get by. If we don't, then it's just something else to learn from. You're doing fine so far, Rev. So get your head out of your ass. The smirk dared to return, and her tail gave a hopeful, tentative sway as she leaned in to bump shoulders.