Redtail Rise bridal ballad

bless him, Ashlar knew his way into her heart: flattery, always. she knows the words he speaks are genuine, and that makes it all the better. one corner of her mouth lifts—ruefully, but still a half-smile.

'hhey lookh like you, Avicus remarks. Mul and Carrion. of course, they also look like her father, but she'll let that go unsaid. she's fairly confident the madness of Merrick does not rest within their bones; Mulherin, especially, has the healer's heart, she thinks.

she presses the crown of her head against his shoulder, falling quiet, grateful for the simple fact of his presence. the woman had started to reconcile with the fact that she'd never see him again. this moment was, undoubtedly, a blessing.