Hushed Willows But your hands ain't red yet

Ah, Tuft; in many ways the man still represented all that she had come to resent her husband for. Yet she welcomed him now, aware that this was through no fault of his own. He was kind and eager to integrate with the pack, helpful where he was able, and all of these were things that Hearthwood needed. For that Reverie was grateful.

His questions, however, were unwelcome. In truth she had not been eating, not since Boone had fallen ill; perhaps that was why her pregnancy already showed on her thinning frame. The reminder was unwanted, as was the reminder that Boone was not caring for her as he'd promised, though it was his responsibility as her husband and the father of her children. It wasn't his fault. But it stung all the same.

Still, Reverie offered a tired smile, uncurling to greet him. Boone is still resting, She answered, voice low to avoid waking her husband. But Kyrell has been helping to keep our caches filled. I'm sure it will all be alright. She avoided answering his questions directly with as much subtlety as she could manage.

They're growing quickly, Reverie added after a moment, gaze drifting back down to her belly briefly before finding him again. Do you ever want children of your own, Tuft?