Hushed Willows Coming after tiny fractures

Reina's silent conflict did not go unnoticed. Reverie felt herself tensing in response, watching the Middleman move the herbs in silence. The fact that she did not take them immediately stood out. What the Coach would not tell Reina, not yet, was that any children of the trespasser could not be tolerated in Hearthwood.

She had not spoken to Boone about this. She didn't need to. Until their own litter was assured, no other children could be born in Hearthwood. Least of all those of a rapist.

Still, Reverie softened as her friend spoke. I understand, She said quietly, eyes searching Reina's expression. More than I can say. But - we're here for you. Hearthwood is. Maybe it would help you to - get to know some of the others? It felt lacking as a solution, but it was all that Reverie could offer. That, and time.

The herbs should help with the nightmares, at least, Reverie added, already feeling guilty for what the future might hold. Could she truly cast Reina and her children out? Would Boone hate her for it? All she knew for certain was that she hoped Reina chose to take the herbs.