Hushed Willows It was no accident

Reverie blinked at him, a little caught off guard and a little concerned and a little wary all at once. Something was wrong, that much was clear. And she knew what that was like, didn't she? That hazy disconnect from reality, images and sounds manufactured by an overactive mind. Her heart ached with sympathy.

Hey, um, She reached out with a delicate touch to his shoulder, hoping to stop him. It's - it's okay. Why don't you come with me? I can get you something to eat, and maybe we can... talk a little. Does that sound alright? No smoke without fire. Reverie blinked again, struggling with her own surge of panic and paranoia. You will burn with me. No; no fire here. It was far too cold for fire. She had to remember that.