Hushed Willows [m] Hanging up the knives, humming melodies that rhyme

In sickness and in health. She leaned into Boone's embrace, still clinging to consciousness by that single thin thread. I'm okay, Reverie murmured, and though the words slurred slightly, she meant it. It'll be okay. As long as I have you.

I love you, She sighed, drifting further now. Some distant part of her knew that she needed rest, but their bed seemed so far away just then. She let that worry fall away in the next moment; Boone was here. He would take care of her. She had to trust that he would.