Hushed Willows I don’t know what’s wrong with me

They had met, though not formally. Rather than correct her, Reverie elaborated; I'm one of the leaders of Hearthwood, The only one, for now. But Minnow didn't need to hear the whole complicated story.

Do you need a place to stay until your season passes? She offered next, already thinking of possibilities. The cave near to her own den that she sometimes used for storage, perhaps. Somewhere the others would know not to bother the woman. Reverie didn't doubt the men of Hearthwood; no more than she doubted all men, at least. But it was better to be safe than sorry.