Hushed Willows It was no accident

boone was never far away; but of course, reverie had to be the one to find this fella first.
he came forward in a soft stride, eyebrows knit with a flush of concern. he knew that far-away look, that catatonic tone he heard in the voice. a tortured mind. reverie, too, sounded like that at times. his heart burns.
he gently urges his wife to step away with the brush of his nose to her shoulder. hey, his voice is quiet, smooth; he fears coming across as patronizing. name's boone. whatever it is that's goin' on, you're safe here, yeah? let's-- a look, exchanged with the coach. let's get you somewhere warm. you hungry?