Hushed Willows It was no accident

She trailed him helplessly at first, uncertain how she might pull him from his haze. It was a relief, then, when he seemed to snap out of it on his own. Reverie stepped forward to touch his shoulder lightly again, offering a gentle smile.

That's alright. I - I know what it's like. It happens to me sometimes, too, She explained softly. Her eyes flicked over him in search of injury or illness, but she found none. Are you okay? Concern was apparent in her expression, but there was no judgment.