Hushed Willows [m] Blood on your knees, outside in the cold

He wasn't mad at her. He didn't hate her. But her heart was still pounding in her ears, and her guts still felt twisted and tearing to shreds. No, I - Reverie didn't fight him, never him, but she shook her head even as he took her into his arms, still crying. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you.

I'm sorry, And she tucked her face into his fur in spite of herself, clinging to him, letting him clean the blood from her. Boone deserved better than this. He could find someone so much better than this. You should leave me. Please don't leave me. Please.