Hushed Willows You Climb Those HIlls

Super hero status. Why couldn't Boone feel that way?

Reverie pushed that thought away and tried to only be grateful for Etienne's insistent kindness. She blinked back another onslaught of tears, this time a mix of relief and gratitude. There were others who would help her, surely, but she was unwilling to ask this of her subordinates; her responsibility was to them, and she hoped to never reverse that role.

I would appreciate that, She murmured. Normally Reverie might have met his insistence with her own, that he be treated as the guest he was, but Etienne spoke with a gentle firmness that reminded her so much of the healers she'd seen throughout her life; it was easy to cave to it. And she did need the help, truly.

Reverie was about to gather up the gifts and beckon for Etienne to follow her, but pain abruptly lanced through her abdomen. She cried out, falling back into the snow as quickly as she'd risen. Bile rose in her throat. No, not now, not now, not —

Ow, Reverie sobbed, curling in on herself. Another cramp gripped her. It hurt — it hurt so much, why did it hurt so much, why was she —